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*looks at weather report* Oh hi, winter! I was wondering when you'd return. I was enjoying it being in the low sixties during the day and low fifties at night, but I do admit to being a bit weirded out, seeing as it's January and all.
Had a marvelous time with Charlie last night. She currently weighs ten pounds, one ounce. Imagine if she *didn't* have trouble eating! ;)
She was asleep when I got there. After a while, I unwrapped her and held her. She moved around a bit and finally settled with her head on my shoulder, against my neck. She was still fairly restless, so I patted/rubbed her back and sang "Baby Mine", which is the magic song for my kids. I think I could *still* get Sam to sleep with it, if I tried hard enough.
After repeating it about five hundred times, my brain was turning to goo, so I switched to another of the baby-relaxing songs in my repertoire, "Me & Bobby McGee". Charlie got restless again, but I figured it was 'cause of the change in rhythm. She started to wake all the way up, and seemed *very* grumpy. So, I switched back to the old favorite...and she went right back to sleep. You gotta admire the kid for knowing what she wants.
Eventually, she woke up and was in a fabulous mood. I changed her diaper, and she was *still* in a fabulous mood (she usually hates diaper changes, even when they're just wet). I sat her up in the crib, and she got to see her mobile from a new angle. Her eyes got *huge*. It was hilarious and really cool all at the same time.
She hasn't been eating well by mouth lately, but she took 45ml from me with no problem, and she didn't barf afterward. I call that a win.
She fell back asleep while finishing that up, and we had a lovely long cuddle. I do prefer leaving when she's asleep...I don't feel as...abandony.
The nurses do adore her though. They often come over and either talk to me or her...sure, they could be faking to make me feel better, but there'd really be no point in that. At least Charlie's probably not going to be freaked out by new people once we do get her home.
She wasn't transported today...so it'll either be tomorrow or Monday. Or, you know, a week from next Tuesday. I'm currently very "It'll happen when it happens", 'cause I was such an emotional basket case on Thursday and Friday, for what? All that energy wasted. So, I'm just trying to let it go. Then I won't be emotionally worn out when it's time to be a basket case during her surgery. One must prioritize.
In me news, yesterday was the first time in months that I have felt completely healthy. No dizziness, no having to sit down often, no nausea, none of it. We went to Target, and I made it through the whole store with absolutely no problems whatsoever. My back didn't even bitch me out. I think I may be completely recovered from pregnancy and the aftermath. Definitely yay. :)
Okay, I've had my short break. Now it's time to read more of Coraline to Sam. If Charlie's out of the hospital, I'm going to take Sammy to see the movie. When she found out we owned the book, she really wanted to hear it, and I'm more than happy to oblige.
Had a marvelous time with Charlie last night. She currently weighs ten pounds, one ounce. Imagine if she *didn't* have trouble eating! ;)
She was asleep when I got there. After a while, I unwrapped her and held her. She moved around a bit and finally settled with her head on my shoulder, against my neck. She was still fairly restless, so I patted/rubbed her back and sang "Baby Mine", which is the magic song for my kids. I think I could *still* get Sam to sleep with it, if I tried hard enough.
After repeating it about five hundred times, my brain was turning to goo, so I switched to another of the baby-relaxing songs in my repertoire, "Me & Bobby McGee". Charlie got restless again, but I figured it was 'cause of the change in rhythm. She started to wake all the way up, and seemed *very* grumpy. So, I switched back to the old favorite...and she went right back to sleep. You gotta admire the kid for knowing what she wants.
Eventually, she woke up and was in a fabulous mood. I changed her diaper, and she was *still* in a fabulous mood (she usually hates diaper changes, even when they're just wet). I sat her up in the crib, and she got to see her mobile from a new angle. Her eyes got *huge*. It was hilarious and really cool all at the same time.
She hasn't been eating well by mouth lately, but she took 45ml from me with no problem, and she didn't barf afterward. I call that a win.
She fell back asleep while finishing that up, and we had a lovely long cuddle. I do prefer leaving when she's asleep...I don't feel as...abandony.
The nurses do adore her though. They often come over and either talk to me or her...sure, they could be faking to make me feel better, but there'd really be no point in that. At least Charlie's probably not going to be freaked out by new people once we do get her home.
She wasn't transported today...so it'll either be tomorrow or Monday. Or, you know, a week from next Tuesday. I'm currently very "It'll happen when it happens", 'cause I was such an emotional basket case on Thursday and Friday, for what? All that energy wasted. So, I'm just trying to let it go. Then I won't be emotionally worn out when it's time to be a basket case during her surgery. One must prioritize.
In me news, yesterday was the first time in months that I have felt completely healthy. No dizziness, no having to sit down often, no nausea, none of it. We went to Target, and I made it through the whole store with absolutely no problems whatsoever. My back didn't even bitch me out. I think I may be completely recovered from pregnancy and the aftermath. Definitely yay. :)
Okay, I've had my short break. Now it's time to read more of Coraline to Sam. If Charlie's out of the hospital, I'm going to take Sammy to see the movie. When she found out we owned the book, she really wanted to hear it, and I'm more than happy to oblige.