Peanut spends most of the day and night sleeping. I don't want to jinx it; the truth is that she has been a sweet baby so far. All have warned me that the worse is yet to come. I cross my fingers as each day goes by smoothly.
She wakes up every four hours for her feed. The sound of her smacking her lips is an indication that she is awake and ready for a feed. We first take her to the changing station to change her diaper. The whole process wakes her up from her half asleep state and she becomes cranky and impatient for milk. I first feed her. If she is cranky after having her fill, we give her a little formula. The formula kind of knocks her out most of the time. A then swaddles her and we take turns in walking up and down, rocking her to sleep. We put her in her crib or have her next to us on our bed and doze off with her. I am still amazed at how she wakes up every four hours as if she has a preset alarm clock embedded in her.
She sometimes smiles in her sleep and at other times sticks her lower lip out and makes a crying face. It is all too cute to watch. When she is awake and trying to sleep, she makes funny faces. I am curious to know what babies think or what's going on in her head. She loves it when I cozy her up in blankets and cuddle her close to me.
The other day she cried and cried for no apparent reason. I fed her but that was not it. A then gave her some formula thinking she may be hungry, but no, that was not it either. We swaddled her thinking she may be cold, but no. We then tried to rock her to sleep, but she was letting out an ear splitting scream and I was starting to panic. Then it struck me. Diaper! Well, she had pooped. Plenty at that. I was so horrified at having made my baby sleep on a pile of sh$t all the while. How could it have not struck me before? Once we changed her diaper she was quiet. Sigh, we still have to learn to troubleshoot faster.
How are we coping? A still manages to watch In the Arena and the unimpressive comedy shows ( Conan, are you reading this?) and I manage to blog and tweet when am not feeding or pumping or rocking my baby. I can't wait to put her in my sling and head out for a walk.
She wakes up every four hours for her feed. The sound of her smacking her lips is an indication that she is awake and ready for a feed. We first take her to the changing station to change her diaper. The whole process wakes her up from her half asleep state and she becomes cranky and impatient for milk. I first feed her. If she is cranky after having her fill, we give her a little formula. The formula kind of knocks her out most of the time. A then swaddles her and we take turns in walking up and down, rocking her to sleep. We put her in her crib or have her next to us on our bed and doze off with her. I am still amazed at how she wakes up every four hours as if she has a preset alarm clock embedded in her.
She sometimes smiles in her sleep and at other times sticks her lower lip out and makes a crying face. It is all too cute to watch. When she is awake and trying to sleep, she makes funny faces. I am curious to know what babies think or what's going on in her head. She loves it when I cozy her up in blankets and cuddle her close to me.
The other day she cried and cried for no apparent reason. I fed her but that was not it. A then gave her some formula thinking she may be hungry, but no, that was not it either. We swaddled her thinking she may be cold, but no. We then tried to rock her to sleep, but she was letting out an ear splitting scream and I was starting to panic. Then it struck me. Diaper! Well, she had pooped. Plenty at that. I was so horrified at having made my baby sleep on a pile of sh$t all the while. How could it have not struck me before? Once we changed her diaper she was quiet. Sigh, we still have to learn to troubleshoot faster.
How are we coping? A still manages to watch In the Arena and the unimpressive comedy shows ( Conan, are you reading this?) and I manage to blog and tweet when am not feeding or pumping or rocking my baby. I can't wait to put her in my sling and head out for a walk.
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