Today was my first visit to the doctor. A routine post-delivery check-in. See out here in CA they want to make sure you know how to breastfeed and you know little CA tricks like putting raw cabbage in mom's bra if she gets engorged (not sure how that works really but we'll keep it on file in case Mom's desperation happens to fall on farmer's market day). They also draw MORE blood to make sure you're doing okay. Hey, I don't have much to spare over here.
Thankfully, the judges gave me high marks for my sucking form and noted that I had already gained an ounce since being discharged from the hospital on Friday. That brings me back up to 7lbs 11 oz, or just 3 oz short of my two-week goal: to match my birth weight. I'm a good eater.
My other big first -- and far from the cute-smiley-baby-playing-in-the-bubbles impression my parents had going in -- was my first bath. Hated it. It was not until I was warm and dry again, wrapped in my horse towel, that I calmed down and could focus in on one of my real favorites: the mobile on my changing table.
Whew, what a day!
