Tuesday, October 21, 2008

My Marbles...I Have Found Them

Well most of them anyway. E is now 8 weeks old and the postpartum gloom and doom has mostly subsided. She is gaining well now and the nursing is much more relaxed. And no, she is not sleeping through the night, fact of which most people are surprised to learn. Then I have to launch into the explanation of how breastmilk digests more quickly than formula and for that reason she still feels the need to eat every 3 hours at night.

E simply detests her car seat. The only way I can get errands done is because of my Beco Butterfly. E loves to be held and worn. She is sleeping on me right now in the wrap. If I could figure out how to nurse in these carriers I'd be golden. Since that hasn't happened yet my house is still a wreck. Oh well!

We were able to get back to church at the 5 week point. I gained a whole new appreciation for the liturgy as it is so handy not to have to hold a "worship folder" in order to participate. When things are the same every week you can sing along without having to follow the latest and greatest bouncing ball. E is very well behaved in church. She loves the music and only gets fussy when the singing stops. I've had to nurse her twice so I take us off the ladies room and do it there. There isn't really any good place to do otherwise and I figured the ladies room is better than the wide open church basement.

The last couple of weeks I've actually been having fun with my baby. The first 6 weeks I agonized over the fact that I was so anxious and miserable that I couldn't appreciate her. We are rewarded with the greatest smiles and faces. She's been social smiling since 3.5 weeks. She almost has full head and neck control and loves to dance.

Naptime is over so off I go.