The Good, the Bad, and the Grizzley.

We are starting to feel like a family. As I sit here and write this Deb and I are sitting next to one another on the SAME bed, and our little girl is in her cot at the foot of the bed in the SAME room. Right now she is cooing and making cute little baby sounds, she hardly has any cords attached, bar one for her food. In fact if we weren’t in a hospital with the hustle and bustle of a Neonatal unit right outside the door the last few minutes could have passed for normality very well. She just opened her eyes and looked at me. Hi Darling :)

I had one of those epiphany moments last night where I stopped, looked at what I was doing and thought “what the hell”. I was doing something that would not be unusual for me with one huge exception. I had just spent about 20 minutes unwrapping, reading instructions, plugging in and figuring out how to use a new gadget. Now don’t get me wrong, this is something I quite enjoy doing, and having actually read the instructions before starting this time I had done quite well and was feeling rather proud of myself. The epiphany came when I looked at the assembled device in my hand: A BREAST PUMP. OMG.

If you weren’t able to gather it from the last post, Sophie is now in a cot and holding her temperature well and Deb has moved into the Neonatal unit. Momentous events (suck suck suck on the dummy in the background). She got weighed again this morning (they all get weighed every Monday, Wednesday and Friday) and had put on 65g since Monday, making her 80g up on her birth weight. Baby steps for a baby girl.

With the good things that come with getting a little closer to normality come the bad. Believe it or not it has been some 2 hours since I started writing this, multiple interruptions you see. I don’t mind being interrupted, especially when it is to do something like bath the baby (which we did do, amongst a myriad other things) but now she is unsettled and grizzly and we can’t figure out why. This is very frustrating, you know there must be something wrong and you want to put it right for them, the fact is that if you knew what is was it would probably be quite easily remedied, but you don’t know what it is so you can’t fix it. Then they cry some more, your stress levels go up, they can read this in you and it only feeds their upset and so leads to more crying, a vicious circle of the worst sort. I know this is nothing new to all you parents out there, but it probably amuses you to hear someone else going through it.

Classic Facials

Well, she is getting a bit more settled now so probably time to settle ourselves too. Until next time, Sayonara, Ma Salaama and Au Revoir.