… but starting to cry at the slightest of unhappy song lyrics seems a bit excessive. I shall do what I can to deal with this.
Lyra and I are doing quite well a week in – she’s a week and a day old now. She was 6lbs 5oz at birth, and lost 13% of her birth weight in the first couple of days. They were worried about that (they only like to see a newborn lose 10% of their body weight) so I was pumping extra colostrum to supplement her, because she wasn’t getting enough on her own. Being bordeline premature, she was a bit weak and fell asleep while feeding every few seconds or so. It’s a tough workout for a little baby.
We still managed to go home on Saturday, which was nice. The midwives came to see her Sunday, Monday, and Wednesday, to make sure she was gaining weight. In the interim, my milk came in (holy crap that’s an uncomfortable and painful transition) which made nursing much easier for her. She’s been gaining pretty well, so the midwife decided that she doesn’t need to come back until next Wednesday, at the two week mark.
Adam’s mom has just arrived. She’s sitting on the balcony with Adam and Lyra, and Jordy’s playing guitar in the office. I really don’t know what to do with myself – I’m weird and moody and having some pain and entirely not sociable, but I also don’t really want to be left out. Not that I have anything I want to add to things – considering how moody and prone to outbursts of tears I feel right now, I’m really kind of messed up. I guess I don’t want to have to talk to anyone. I also don’t want to be alone. Stupid hormones.