So, I have the "refrain" from the Barenaked Ladies' song "One Week" in my mind. I never realized how annoying it is. :)
Yesterday Elsie was one week old. Mom and I took her up to the pediatric clinic to have her one week weigh in, and....(drum roll)...
After 7 days, she weighed 8 lbs. 8 oz.! My, oh my!
Remember, her birth weight was 8 lbs. 1 oz. In actuality, we went to have her jaundice checked on Monday they went ahead and weighed her. She was already back up to 8 lbs. (from her discharge weight at 7 lbs. 14 oz.). I thought that must be a fluke since it had only been 4 days since her birth, but I guess not.
Today I follow up with the lactation counselors at the hospital. They're going to be plum pleased at her weight, but I'm wondering if it's normal for a one-week old baby to nurse for ONE HOUR at a time. Geez. This may be too much information, but I'm pretty tender.
So, a couple of things that have hit a nerve lately:
The pediatric clinic nurse called for her by calling for "Elise". I waited, and when she didn't say anything else, I said, "Elsie?" She just looked at me and said, "Okay." I may have come across a little harsh, but I wanted to make sure she was calling for us. Turns out that all the hand-written notes in her medical record have her name right, but the actual type-written label on the folder actually says Elise! I'm afraid this is something my dear daughter will have to contend with her whole life.
And then, a friend from church came over to bring dinner to us, for which we are very thankful, but when she sat down to chat for a while, the first thing out of her mouth was, "Please tell me you're going to call her Elle." Excuse me? This friend's a little rough around the edges to begin with, but I really wanted to slap her. You don't have to like my baby's name, and you also don't have to comment on it. We're starting a revolution, people! Single-handedly bringing back the old lady names, one baby at a time. They will be in vogue soon enough and you will scoff that you ever scoffed that Elsie is the name of the Borden cow.
Anyway, I'm trying to find my groove. I got the most sleep last night without keeping my mom up all night, so I felt good about that, though my emotions are all over the place. Sleep when baby sleeps. Cry when baby cries. That seems to be the way things are going down these days, but I do see a light at the end of the tunnel. At least until my mom goes back to Texas on Sunday, then I'm going to have a breakdown because I'll be all by myself with baby all day. I'll let you know how it goes when I have the wherewithall to blog about it.
Thanks for the prayers and moral support!