Emily is three-weeks-old tomorrow. Time flies. Before long, I’ll be saying three months. I’m trying to savor each moment with her because only moms with older kids realize just how fast the days go. I must admit I am adjusting physically and mentally to having a newborn again. It’s been so long since I’ve known that hypervigilance that mothers of babies have. Tom and I have been, er, arguing over nighttime feedings. He keeps sneaking away to do the nighttime feedings, and I keep trying to stop him so he gets some sleep. I can rest during the day and he can’t. I caught him sneaking out of the room for a late night feeding and stopped him in his tracks before he got out the bedroom door. Seriously, I am so grateful for his help, but sometimes wives have to step in and say, look here, you’re going to sleep, and I’ll do the feeding. I can take naps, he can’t.
Em’s a great little sleeper. She got on a three to four hour feeding schedule in the NICU and has pretty much stuck with that. If I get three hours of sleep in a row, I’m good to go. She even likes her baths and barely makes a peep. She even likes getting her hair (feathers I call them because her hair is so soft) shampooed. A true girl. I got a new tub in the mail from a company that wants me to review their Spa Tub for babies. It’s like a giant bowl and it’s supposed to keep the baby immersed up to her chest so she doesn’t get cold. I am leery of trying it until the baby can sit up. They are so slippery when wet and soapy that I’m afraid she’d get away from me. The tub comes with a video, so I’ll have to watch and see how the experts use it first.
Here’s a little video of Em this morning. She’s over 8 pounds now and gaining fast.