Bessie is up 14 oz on her birthweight. 7lbs, 5oz as of yesterday. The doctor called her perfect, naturally.
She and I are learning a lot together right now. I'm learning that baths and diaper changes are considered some form of torture according to her. I'm learning that it really is okay to sleep when she sleeps - nothing is going to happen to her. I'm learning that my patience with Sophie Dog is wearing thin...
Sophie has decided the baby makes her nervous, and therefore, she will not be digesting food properly any longer. The consequences of this decision result in having to rush outside everytime I am up for the 4/5am feeding as well as at critical points durning the day when I'm busy with Bessie. Sophie starts to dance around doing the, "I'm going to shit the floor dance." and you know what, Soph? Do it. Just crap in the dining room. Mommy only has so many hands.
I think I'm progressing as well. It's funny, people keep saying, "be sure to take care of yourself." If I were taking care of myself I'd sleep 8 hours and eat whole meals of food!
The excellent news is Bessie is a snuggle beast. She loves to nuzzle and cuddle and so far she's a big fan of kisses, too. We just love her so much! It's been 8 short days, but it feels like she's always been here with us. I don't know how we ever lived without her.
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