March 30, 2004
I've spent the last couple days home with Molly as Denise worked. It's been wonderful and exhausting. You wouldn't think feeding and changing a little one every three hours would wear you out, but it does.
She wakes and fidgets when she gets hungry, even crying a little bit in a cute, sighing, premie kind of way. Her cheeks are getting fat, and she's definitely filled out in the last two weeks into a little baby rather than the little old man she resembled at first. Her eyes are beginning to stay fixed on objects, and her irises are turning a dark gray-blue.
I get up several times a night to check on her. It's kind of a catch-22: if she's making sounds, I check if something's wrong; if I don't hear any sounds, I check if something's wrong. I guess I should get used to that, eh?Posted by tat at March 30, 2004 08:58 PM