I know, you are so excited.
Little Ella Marie was born on Thursday, September 20th, and 7:27 PM, and weighed in at a whopping 9 lbs, 3 oz (outweighing my baby weight by 1 oz, and her mom's by 2 oz).
She had some rough patches in the first five days, with trouble feeding, but we seem to have turned the corner on that, and she is gaining weight and energy every day. It's true that every baby has some sort of problem, and feeding problems are among the most common, and these do not prevent the child from turning out just fine...
...and I know all of this, which kept me from going into total panic. Nonetheless, when it's your baby, you have a hard time seeing this for the typical set of issues that it is, and instead worry about the dire potential of the situation.
As a result, the last week has been a worrying one, but now that she is feeding more regularly and seems to be getting stronger and healthier, both Kaylia and I are breathing easier.
Over the last few days, she had two modes: hungry and asleep (well, truth be told, hungry would sometimes grade into frustrated/angry). However, she has now added brief episodes of "awake and curious" to the mix.
At any rate, I am finding a great deal of satisfaction in simply holding her and having her look up at me. And I have even taken to reading to her from Doctor Seuss books in the evening - she may not understand anything being said, but she gets to have her dad talk to her, and she seems to like the sing-song timbre of the books.
Okay, I'll get back to archaeology soon, but I felt inclined to share.