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We are slowly adapting to the presence of our small primate. We have levelled her up to the point that we could take "sleep in cradle" as an ability, which is remarkably useful (without "sleep in cradle" one defaults to "sleep on parent", and even with four parents to pick from that's a bit effortful with a small creature that sleeps 17-20 hours a day).
She has more or less regained her birthweight at this point (8 lbs. 14.7 oz at birth, 8lbs. 3 oz (in diaper) at first pediatrician appointment, 9lbs. (in diaper) today); I credit some of this to Monday's horrible rounds of cluster feeding. (Cluster feeding: instead of baby eats, sleeps for 3 hours, and then demands changing and more food, baby eats, demands changing, dozes for ten minutes, repeat.) The pediatrician appears thrilled with her progress and condition. (He's also a slightly surreal figure, as he looks a lot like one of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
teinedreugan's friends and talks a lot like the micro-machine man.) She's sweet-tempered, not terribly fussy, has only bitten me twice. :} She has developed enough grip strength to actually hold onto fingers, and enough coordination that she can usually get some of her fist to her mouth when she wants to suck on something (which makes her much more likely to self-soothe).
artan_eter and whispercricket are staying in our spare room at the moment and sharing parenting duties. This is going fairly well, though I think the time away from TI and the sort of crowdedness of the situation is wearing at them a bit. It is amazing having the support, and I was commenting last night that I can see why post-partum depression is so common in households with fewer people; my exhaustion (from recovery and 24/7 on-call for feeding) is mimicking depression at times, and if I had to shoulder much more I'm pretty sure it'd go from 'mimicking' to 'actually being' right quick.
My father sent up a photo of infant-me with my Grandy Jay, the grandmother KJ's named after. Resemblance quite striking. (It's also nice to have a photo of Grandy Jay, given namesake status.) I was more of a frogface than KJ is, though. (Possibly also with an overbite, KJ's jaw is more even.)
My status: very tired. Nursing is both physically and emotionally kind of draining. My pelvis is slowly reintegrating, with occasional horrifyingly painful consequences for my bad hip. One of my tears appears to have healed up and lost its stitches, but the one that's about two inches long (Ow?) is being a bit slower and much sore-er. I'm doing well enough to take most of the night shift duties on KJ (which mostly involve feeding her) on good nights, which is letting everyone else sleep more. I am tired of bleeding, but stuck with it for a bit.
teinedreugan's parents will be arriving for the first round of grandparental visitation this evening -- in the next hour or two to be precise. So we'll see how that goes.
She has more or less regained her birthweight at this point (8 lbs. 14.7 oz at birth, 8lbs. 3 oz (in diaper) at first pediatrician appointment, 9lbs. (in diaper) today); I credit some of this to Monday's horrible rounds of cluster feeding. (Cluster feeding: instead of baby eats, sleeps for 3 hours, and then demands changing and more food, baby eats, demands changing, dozes for ten minutes, repeat.) The pediatrician appears thrilled with her progress and condition. (He's also a slightly surreal figure, as he looks a lot like one of
teinedreugan's friends and talks a lot like the micro-machine man.) She's sweet-tempered, not terribly fussy, has only bitten me twice. :} She has developed enough grip strength to actually hold onto fingers, and enough coordination that she can usually get some of her fist to her mouth when she wants to suck on something (which makes her much more likely to self-soothe).artan_eter and whispercricket are staying in our spare room at the moment and sharing parenting duties. This is going fairly well, though I think the time away from TI and the sort of crowdedness of the situation is wearing at them a bit. It is amazing having the support, and I was commenting last night that I can see why post-partum depression is so common in households with fewer people; my exhaustion (from recovery and 24/7 on-call for feeding) is mimicking depression at times, and if I had to shoulder much more I'm pretty sure it'd go from 'mimicking' to 'actually being' right quick.My father sent up a photo of infant-me with my Grandy Jay, the grandmother KJ's named after. Resemblance quite striking. (It's also nice to have a photo of Grandy Jay, given namesake status.) I was more of a frogface than KJ is, though. (Possibly also with an overbite, KJ's jaw is more even.)
My status: very tired. Nursing is both physically and emotionally kind of draining. My pelvis is slowly reintegrating, with occasional horrifyingly painful consequences for my bad hip. One of my tears appears to have healed up and lost its stitches, but the one that's about two inches long (Ow?) is being a bit slower and much sore-er. I'm doing well enough to take most of the night shift duties on KJ (which mostly involve feeding her) on good nights, which is letting everyone else sleep more. I am tired of bleeding, but stuck with it for a bit.
teinedreugan's parents will be arriving for the first round of grandparental visitation this evening -- in the next hour or two to be precise. So we'll see how that goes.