I have no idea what’s going on in this photo. I think I intended to show off her ridiculous outfit, because this kid wears 90% pajamas and 10% absolutely wackadoodle ensembles. It’s my way of getting all her newborn stuff worn at least once before she outgrows them, and I am gonna be cutting it close, you guys. This kid has grown.
ONE MONTH OLD. The best part of Norah being a month old is that I’m a month post-partum! I’m feeling really good – the afterpains are all gone along with the bleeding, my hips are nearly back to shape (I still can’t walk for long distances or drive too much in one day, but normal activity is a-ok), and the memories of the trauma of her birth fade more every day. I can’t say I feel 100% back to normal yet, but I definitely feel like myself, and that’s nice. I was pregnant for almost an entire year, people – I haven’t felt like myself in so long! I love it.
Nono is without a doubt one of the sweetest babies I’ve ever known. She has the sunniest disposition – well, when she isn’t hungry. When she’s hungry, you best watch the fuck out, cause she will EAT YOUR FACE. Do not get any body parts close to her mouth – she will assume they are nipples and just go to town, people. But otherwise, she’s fantastic. She’s started to have some fussy periods at night where she can’t quite settle down, but Merry and I watched the video we got from the pediatrician called The Happiest Baby on the Block, and the techniques in there were freaking genius. Merry in particular is very good at swaddling the kid up like a burrito, shushing in her ear and getting her to calm down immediately. It’s pretty damn cute. I loved the video, it was very Attachment Parenting friendly.
But seriously, the eating. I’m still pumping, and for the past couple of days I’ve been working to increase my supply since it seems she’s going through some kind of growth spurt. Norah ate a TON last night, and so I suspected she might sleep for a good amount. I actually set my alarm for the first time just to pump about 4 hours after we went to bed, and I’m glad I did – she slept for 7 hours again! I love it. I haven’t been nursing as much for reasons I’ll get into in a moment, but she hasn’t had a drop of formula since she was a week old. I haven’t really been able to save much milk – there isn’t any in the fridge at the moment, though I do have about 6oz pumped and sitting here waiting for her to wake up from her nap. But at least she’s getting enough.
But, the nursing. She’s been latching without the shield for a couple of weeks now, and everything seemed great. However, I kept nursing her on both sides and then having to give her pumped milk in a bottle afterward – she would be constantly unlatching and relatching and complaining about it, so she was obviously done nursing, but still hungry. I checked and there was always still milk coming out of my boobs, so it wasn’t that. Lo and behold, after reading some signs and symptoms listed by the lovely ladies on my Mothering birth board, I discovered that Norah is lip tied! This essentially means that she’s unable to latch properly and gets tired of sucking very quickly, which is why the bottle is easier for her – less work. Her lip tie doesn’t seem to be too severe, but it is interfering with nursing, so we’re going to bring it up at her one month appointment tomorrow.
Other fun things? Hm. She’s had a few baths so far and one shower – she really liked them all, except for the part where she had to get out and get dried off. This kid HATES the cold like poison. The shower was hilarious – Merry handed her to me while I was showering so I could wash her, and as soon as the water hit her, she grabbed onto my front like a little monkey and wouldn’t let go. She didn’t cry, but she definitely wasn’t sure about the whole spraying water thing. So sweet. But she definitely lives up to her name – water goddess indeed! Merry is eager to teach her how to swim, and I’m sure she’ll love it.
And, pediatrician tomorrow! I’m eager to see her weight, cause I can betcha it’s over 9 pounds now. We are out of the preemie cloth diapers and well into the newborn sized ones, with the regular Osocozy infant ones just a step around the corner. Eeek! Stop growing, kid.