Yep, she's getting to be an old woman. But she's still a cutie pie in my opinion. I love the way she lifts her hands and shakes them around. Looks like she's conducting an orchestra, which makes me wonder...Will she be musically inclined? She HAS been trying out her lung capacity a lot more lately.
The day she was born, a handful of nursing students visited the hospital. They got to watch her c-section, then follow her to the nursery as she was measured, weighed, and tested. Since I didn't get to hold her--or even see her really--until she was two hours old, the nursing students were so helpful when they came to check my stats...They filled me with stories about how she was doing with her first bath and so on. I guess Lydia was a content newborn. She wasn't much of a cry-baby. But the maternity nurses needed to know she had a good set of lungs, so the nursing students had to "stimulate" her to make her cry. After a little back rub, she was wailing with the best of them.
When I finally got to meet her, she was still a quiet child. But in the last month, she's beginning to grow out of that stage. I guess she has more to say these days. That, or she's just getting fussy in her old age.
Since we've switched her over from nursing to formula feeding this week, the hubby and I worried about her indigestion (Okay, okay...we've worried about EVERYTHING in the past four weeks--hearing, crossed eyes, boogers, birthmarks, etc.). Maybe she has gas problems due to the formula. So...we're going to try a couple different types. Still haven't found one that totally satisfies me yet.
And so, that is how the life of new motherhood is progressing for me. It still feels strange...being "a mother". I don't feel any different, don't look any different (well, except for that big belly that's not so big any more). When other people have had children, I've gained a new perspective of them. But I still see myself the same way. My life has changed; there's this tiny, needy little person around that constantly demands my attention, but I don't feel changed.
It's the same way with my writing...My first book was published last month. But I don't feel like some big, awesome author. I'm just average ol' Linda.
Anyway, Lydia is doing okay. She's slowly getting more sleep at night (Hallelujah!) and she doesn't spit up...much. Comparatively speaking, she doesn't really cry THAT much. I think I found myself a gem in daughters.
She's definitely a keeper.