I’m typing this one-handed after a hair-raising night (just ask the cat) of not eating and screaming and wiggling between us and the facial expressions Matilda travels through when she’s sleeping. (On me, as she is at present.)
I remain calm, so far, but our little rotisserie chicken really needs to start packing on the pounds. Here: a dirty secret. We fed her some formula this morning out of a Nyquill cup in an effort to rouse her enough to latch on. CALL THE LACTATION POLICE. But really, get off me as it worked.
A Few Things I’ve Discovered About Myself In The Last 79 Hours:
I can go without brushing my teeth a lot longer than I thought.
All that time I spent not sleeping was fabulous practice as it turns out, I’m fairing a lot better than Niclas, who is having, shall we say, some intestinal issues with the lack of REM and is in fact, right now, sleeping on a pillow that is propped up on my legs. Which means I am bed to two humans at the moment.
I have no problem spending the day, regardless of where I’m spending it, not only with a boob out, but my shirt just shoved under my neck.
A Few Things I’ve Discovered About Matilda In The Last 79 Hours:
She does this full body reflex that slays me, especially when she does it while attached to my boob and curls up around my torso.
She’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.
Typing her name is enough to make me burst into tears.
She’s already losing her hair.
She’s got peach fuzz on her ears and needed a manicure when she was born.
She smells wonderful, which is sort of like baking bread but different and 100% better.
SHE IS A PILL AT NIGHT AND DOES NOT WANT TO EAT AND IT IS FREAKING ME OUT.
A Few Things I’ve Discovered About Being a Parent In The Last 79 Hours:
Our house will never be clean again.
Niclas and I have reached a new level of intimacy and that level involves a breastfeeding baby, the toilet, a squirt bottle and a maxi pad.
I'm fairly calm so far, but the nighttime not eating is bone-chilling.
We'll never stop taking pictures of her.
