How is this even possible that my little pumpkin pie is already two weeks old?
We celebrated (if you will) with a visit to the pediatrician yesterday (hence the prick on her heel.) She’s still losing weight, so we’ve been instructed to keep nursing as much and as often as we like, but to follow up every feeding with as much formula as she wants.
We’ll go back for another weight check on Friday and hopefully she will have turned into a little porker. As it is, she’s just a peanut now. And other than that, she’s in perfect health. Particularly her lungs, the pediatrician said.
I had my one week discharge visit with my OB on Monday as well. Can I tell you how weird it was to go into his office with a baby in my arms instead of in my belly?
I’m healing very well, but still on weight lifting restrictions and such. Hey, as long as they keep telling me I can’t vacuum, I’m not complaining.
Josh has gone with us to all our visits – he’s such an awesome dad and husband.
And when Marion is like this
Nothing calms her more than being like that.
If you could bottle up how I feel when I see moments like this and force everyone to drink it, you’d get instant world peace.
Letters to my daughter – week two