Week two was jam packed with lots of firsts for us. First bath, first bottle, first bassinet night! It's been pretty good (fingers crossed) - and the baby has been sleeping in three hour stretches (even throughout the night). Dad has gotten the hang of the diaper change and even mastered the bottle! She is taking one a day for now, we're getting her used to the idea.
Her first bath was adorable. Our friends sent over this flower pad that props into the sink and you stick her right in. She looked scared out of her mind, but she was a trooper. I'm a super clean person and it really bothers me that I can't bathe her everyday. Mostly because her spit up smells like roasted turkey.
No, really...it does. Like, I eat a mostly vegetarian diet (couldn't during pregnancy, but I'm on my way BACK) - and the only real thing I allow myself to eat is store baked turkey from Shoprite. Does that digest and go into my breast milk and make my kid smell like Thanksgiving? Or does breast milk in general just smell like a gobbler? Weird.
She gained a pound last week. Girl loves to eat. And poop. And snuggle. So it's all worth it. She's a trooper in the car, letting me run a million errands without making a peep.
We got her social security card and birth certificate this week - she's officially in the system as a real live human! You go girl!
Looking forward to seeing how week three ends up...
Week two was jam packed with lots of firsts for us. First bath, first bottle, first bassinet night! It's been pretty good (fingers crossed) - and the baby has been sleeping in three hour stretches (even throughout the night). Dad has gotten the hang of the diaper change and even mastered the bottle! She is taking one a day for now, we're getting her used to the idea.
Her first bath was adorable. Our friends sent over this flower pad that props into the sink and you stick her right in. She looked scared out of her mind, but she was a trooper. I'm a super clean person and it really bothers me that I can't bathe her everyday. Mostly because her spit up smells like roasted turkey.
No, really...it does. Like, I eat a mostly vegetarian diet (couldn't during pregnancy, but I'm on my way BACK) - and the only real thing I allow myself to eat is store baked turkey from Shoprite. Does that digest and go into my breast milk and make my kid smell like Thanksgiving? Or does breast milk in general just smell like a gobbler? Weird.
She gained a pound last week. Girl loves to eat. And poop. And snuggle. So it's all worth it. She's a trooper in the car, letting me run a million errands without making a peep.
We got her social security card and birth certificate this week - she's officially in the system as a real live human! You go girl!
Looking forward to seeing how week three ends up...
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