... it's another.
Kate has been, until now, an alert baby who has to be convinced of her need to sleep. Today she went straight from my breast to the bassinet with nary a cry of protest. The old Kate would have wanted to be held upright for 15 or 20 minutes so she could stare around at things before nodding off. The new Kate doesn't want to be woken up to nurse. She makes faces at my boob as if it's the last thing in the world she wanted to see, nurses anyhow to humor me, and then closes her eyes and falls asleep. The end.
Before I worried that she wasn't getting enough to eat (because she seemed to nurse often and fuss before accepting sleep) and now I'm worried that she's sleeping too much and isn't waking up enough in order to nurse properly.
Always something with the motherhood thing. Always something.
At least I don't have to worry (yet) about her younger brother (thanks TAB!) pulling her down the driveway in a wagon while she stands up in the wagon. Wearing roller skates.
Because that's what I did when I was four. And I have the scar on the back of my head (and/or hair color) to prove it.
Oh yeah. Went to a pediatric cardiologist today to see about the holes in her heart. Did I fail to mention that on here? I think so. She has two holes in the muscle between the ventricles in her heart. The holes are each approximately 1 mm in diameter (which is small, but then again her heart is small, too!) and since there are two of them the doctor wants to keep an eye on them. One hole is relatively common and often will close up on it's own. Hopefully the two holes will close as well. So pray they will, if you're the praying sort.