notes from the twilight zone
Friday, June 22, 2007
Maggie's a month old today. She celebrated first thing this morning with her first ever genuine, if tentative, smile. She chose to bestow it on her big sister, who was cooing over her bassinet at the time. Priceless.
As of last weigh-in, a couple of days ago, she is 4.5kg, a mighty 900g more than her birth weight. This is no doubt due to her abiding affection for the boobie: she feeds like a pro, and keeps it down, what's more, unlike *certain* elder siblings we could mention who would cheerfully and without any apparent signs of distress puke up (sorry, 'spill') every single feed; all the more frustrating as I was finding breastfeeding so bloody painful. But not this time: this time I can even feed her in bed at night (she generally only wakes once) while lying on my side, often managing to stay quasi-asleep during the entire process, provided I can thrust her at her equally semi-conscious father to be winded between Side A and Side B.
My incision's healing well after a week-long course of antibiotics that seems to have knocked the mank-factor on the head. So am feeling mighty fine, all things considered, although am still having trouble marshalling my thoughts into anything coherent. Am making an effort to keep my brain nourished by reading L'Express one-handed while breastfeeding Maggie (may have to develop my cunning design for a bra-mounted lectern at some point). And the other day I played some klezmer at her while she lay in her bassinet, gazing up at me with calm, dark blue eyes. Mind you. given that I was pregnant during every single gig I have so far played with the Rebs, she must be well used to it by now.
Many congratulations and much love to Lisa, Paul and Jack on the safe arrival, via home waterbirth, what's more, (hippies!) of the lovely Mia Yoshiko. Well done all.
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