Since we are still feeding on demand, the stars aligned just right for it her to, of course, be hungry at the time for her appointment
That wasn't so bad at first because I could just feed her in the waiting room--and cart her dead weight attached to my person back and forth between the window and my seat while taking care of paperwork and insurance cards and whatnot
Her meal ended too soon, which made her unhappy
They pricked her heal for her second round of newborn screenings, which made her exceedingly unhappy
I did not feel the urge to cry during the torture, but my Comforting Muscle reared its head in a way I've never experienced. I just want to scoop her up and get her away from the mean nurse (who was actually very nice and very quick)
I feel like I owe her cuddles for the rest of the day
She calmed down to really sad whimpers by the time we were going home
She ate desperately when we got home....poor, sad, hungry little thing
But then she slept like a rock:
I slept like a rock with her. I couldn't leave her to nap alone after all that trauma! She needed my snuggles.
Oh! And they didn't tell me all her stats, but she has gained about 2 pounds since birth. She weighed 9-something as of this morning.
3 comments:
So precious! :)
These two pictures are so cute! Love her innocent little face.
Love her chubby cheeks! That is one content little baby—good job!
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