Not today, I'm booked solid.

Today was a busy day for the Little Man. His schedule was something like this:

24:30 bottle from Pete. (I went to bed at around 1:00. I sleep in the bedroom for a few hours, and then we bring Finn in, and Pete sleeps in the guestroom for a few hours.)

2:40 have wet diaper changed
2:45 drink a bottle as reward for humiliating bum exposure

sleep.

At some point, have another bottle and another wet diaper. (Pete did not write these down, but we deduced from the facts available to us that they did indeed occur)

At around 4:30, I got up, just as Pete was finishing a diaper change and getting ready to bring the boy in. We tried nursing, but he just wanted to sleep. I was concerned because I was under the impression that he had not eaten since 2:45. We figured out later that there was an undocumented bottle involved in the early morning's activities. Finn and I slept for a little while after the unsuccessful boobular attempts.

7:00 31 minutes on the right breast
9:30 wet diaper
11:00 wet and poopy diaper
11:03 30 minutes on the left breast

11:30 get caffeine citrate dose from tiny syringe, spend some time looking at Snoopys on Moses basket liner, have some lap time with Dad.

12:15 have eyedrops administered, one drop in each eye (This was not even close to the misery of pilling a cat. In fact, it was quite simple. It made us feel worse than it did him. He experienced some mild irritation that he got over very quickly)

12:20 wet diaper
12:25 second round of eye drops

12:30 have 30 ml bottle (The note on the eyedrops said that we were not to feed infants for four hours after their appointments. In ALL CAPS. Of course, we did not see this until it was too late to feed him. We decided to ask the doctor about it.)

13:00 eye doctor appointment. (His right eye is totally mature, and his left is just a little bit behind. He'll be back in 5 weeks for a recheck. We were present for this exam; we had not been before, while he was at the hospital. They hold his eye wide open with a little tool, and I could not really watch. Pete did. Maybe he can tell you about it. The doctor told us to wait two hours to feed him, which would work out well with the lactation appointment.)

15:00 wet diaper

15:20 appointment with lactation consultant. (I wanted to ask about the nipple shield. Plus, we got him weighed. He's 6 pounds even, but he's not gaining as fast as the lactation consultant would like. She wants me to switch him over to the second boob when he starts to wane on the first, and see if that helps. Of course, when she was watching, he performed like a total champ. No shield, no kitten rooting--this is when he shakes his head back and forth really really fast in what seems like frustration, and usually winds up with nothing in his mouth. He latched on to The Boob--the right one is The Boob; it outperforms Lefty every time. It would be a good TV show: Lefty and The Boob. A crack crime fighting team consisting of the productive and quick Boob and his slightly slower but doggedly determined sidekick, Lefty--and then he latched on to Lefty. The Lactation Lady said that we are doing a very good job, and she was impressed with his eating. He took 1o2 ml in a little over half an hour, which was very helpful to know, as until today, no one had ever weighed him before a feeding and after, to see how much he was eating. All in all, a good appointment. I'll try double boobing, and try to keep the shield at bay. We'll go back Friday for a weight re-check and see how he's doing. It's sort of like cramming for a test or flossing the week before a dentist appointment. We really have to be on our best behavior these next few days.)

16:00 35 minutes split between Lefty and The Boob, but mainly on Lefty (good job, Lefty!)
17:00 wet diaper
17:30 adults get ice cream, baby sleeps.

home. sleep.

It's 19:07 now. Pete's sleeping, so's Finn, though the boy is stirring a bit as I type. If the past week is any indication, the rest of the day will involve eating, peeing, and sleeping. Hopefully, it will not involve inconsolable crying. I'll go to bed at around midnight or so, Pete will stay up with the boy until around 5:00, at which point, I will take over. It's what's working now, and it seems to be what he needs. If I get at least 5 hours of sleep, I find I do pretty well. I have diaper washing to finish and maybe some food to cook. I think Pete wants to vaccuum. We'll see. Tomorrow, we have no appointments, though Pete has a gig in the evening. I have some work I would like to do, and there are always plenty of little tasks that can fit into the nooks and crannies that we find hidden throughout the day.