When I was pregnant with Matilda, I lost the ability to hold onto things. I'd pick something up only to watch it drop to the floor. That's stopped. Good thing right, else I might drop the baby. Now, I forget what I've done with things. Example A: My eye cream is no longer in the medicine cabinet. I have no idea where it is. Example B: There are two Twix bars in the kitchen somewhere, but I don't know where. I moved them on Sunday from Known Location A to Unknown Location B. I'll be sure to let y'all know when they show up.
Matilda is six weeks old today. Thankfully, I'm still here to enjoy it. (Not dead yet!) I spent yesterday alternating the baby and a heating pad on The Clogged Milk Ducts That Ate Staten Island hoping to avoid mastitis. My left breast resembled how I imagine Pamela Anderson's chest to be constructed: Angry hot rocks shoved under the skin and stapled shut. Sexy! Or, a whole new realm of feeling full.
Anyway, at six weeks old, Matilda is at the peak of Crank. This according to her pediatrician. Apparently, babies go bonkers around this time on account of rapid brain growth. Earlier, she was asleep on my legs, alternating between smiling and crying. Her face was on a see-saw while her brain was in the REM position. Last night, she was crankier than usual and still awake and kicking, literally, at 11. While that was a bummer because along with Strick Couch Rest, the lactation consultant I spoke with told me to get some sleep, in general, Matilda's pretty easy to deal with.
She continues to gain weight. Her cheeks are getting rounder. Her legs are filling out and her belly is downright bloated. Her pelvis, however, is skinny and narrow. Ain't no way that pelvis could hold up the heft of her torso. While she still doesn't know that her hands are hers, she is now aware of being uncomfortable. If she needs to burp, she gets cranky. If she's about to poop, man, she gets cranky. She smiles now and then, but we've yet to really figure out what makes her smile. And until you've tried to make an infant smile, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LOW YOU CAN GO. Or how high your voice can get.
