Silly things….

LK is now 8lbs! She has gained 1/3rd of her birth weight! Apparently I am doing something right here. I am still a mess of anxiety, depression and sleep deprivation (for which the perinatal MH team provided some sleeping pills….which was totally unhelpful).

I am wed to my kindle for night feeds: it helps with the staying awake. I am petrified of falling asleep with her on me. At the same time, I want to encourage her to be sleepy.

She is the most beautiful baby.

It is possible to have a UTI go unnoticed for 8 weeks if you drink enough water and fail to twig that cloudy wee might be a signal that something is amiss (honestly. Nothing stinged until a really dehydrated wee when breastfeeding).

It is really hard to stay hydrated when breastfeeding.

Babies don’t have clocks.

Reusable wet wipes are da bomb.

A determined LK can fight her way out of a swaddle in 5 minutes, and spat the dummy out after 3 minutes… she is the noisiest sleeper in the world, which makes it tough to work out if the world is going to end in the next 5 minutes if FOOD doesn’t happen.

We both prefer feeding on the left hand side. Fortunately, pumping statistics suggest that the left hand boob is a bit of an overachiever on the milk front.

Cloth nappies are easier than I hought.



In which I embrace my inner East German Nudist

For surely, Birkenstocks are all one needs to wear in this weather? Means LK gets lots of skin contact, and I am less sweaty after wrestling her into a nappy (she wriggles!). It is not, however, an edifying sight and people will insist on visiting so I have to dress. I have not yet embraced the full European experience and my armpits remain groomed. One must have some standards.

LK is a very advanced baby. She followed Moonitorn the Unicorn with her eyes today, and her head control is getting more stable. She also sucks on her hands at moments of needing food. She knows where her towel is, but is not keen on baths, possibly because I am nervy. Both attempts have involved a dirty protest…

I am dithering over a dummy. Some of her feeds have been epic, and I am sure that it’s comfort she wants. Alas, my nipples are protesting.

Three more weeks of anti-coagulants. Assuming that the potential DVT I thought had occurred a week ago is definitely a figleaf of my overactive imagination.