Last night and today was kinda rough. Not gonna lie.
Mommy, Daddy and I were in a nice rhythm in the hospital. Tanning, drinking, burping, changing. Repeat. I thought we all agreed to those terms. But now we're in a different place, tanning was taken out, I'm in a seat that rocks and glides and there's different angles of nipple insertion...this is waaaay too much for a five-day-old to handle. And when I decide to sleep through my feedings, that's when they change me. My world's been rocked. What the hell.
But you know what? Just because it's different doesn't mean it's wrong. And I'm getting the hang of all this.
I'll just poo again right after the burping, you know, just to keep it interesting.
Also, I was introduced to my New York grandparents over the internet. Gotta say it, that was weird. I mean, they suddenly appeared in a window on Daddy's Mac. They waved at me and talked to me and were beaming with pride, but I ask: How did they get in there? And how do I get them out?