Notes from one month
(Yes, technically Bat Girl turned one month old yesterday...I meant to post then but life with a newborn being what it is, I haven't had a chance to post until now.)
• We've been getting a lot of congratulatory cards with messages along the lines of "Thank heaven for little girls"/"Sugar and spice and everything nice..."/etc., and they always make me snicker a little, because frankly, a newborn baby, boy or girl, is more feral animal than human. The grunting, the pooping, the desperate lunging at the boob or bottle, the ultrasonic high-pitched keening, not to mention the projectile bodily fluids from every orifice...nothing hearts-and-flowers-and-sugarplums about that.
• The liquid forms of fenugreek and blessed thistle are supposed to be more effective than the capsule forms. But they taste like ass.
• When your baby foils your expectations by waking up at 6 am instead of 8 am (she last ate at 4 am! She finally went down at 5:30! She should have slept another three hours!), your consolation will be that after feeding her, you can bring her back to bed with you and your normally anti-cosleeping husband will not make a peep of protest. You will not be able to sleep for fear of accidentally crushing her, but you will snuggle her warm little body and all will be right with the world. Until she wakes up and wants to eat. Again.
• Bat Girl is just four weeks old and already she has changed so much. She has chunked up considerably and I do miss my tiny little baby. I notice it the most in her hands--they are sweet and dimpled and chubby, but they have lost that newborn delicacy. I suppose this is how I will feel the rest of my life--always happy to see her grow, always delighted by each new stage, but always aching a little for what's past.