Six good things.

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1. Alex had her two-week pediatrician check-up today. In the six days since her last weight check at the ped office, she's gained 5.5 ounces, which is great! So we no longer have to suffer through multiple weekly weight checks - just a follow-up at the end of this week with the lactation clinic, and at the end of next week with her pediatrician. He says that if she continues to gain well at that visit, we can discuss "liberalizing her feeding schedule," which I think means not having to set the alarm to feed her at night. (Right now I wake her up to eat every 3.5 hours at night - she usually eats at 10:30, 2, and 5:30. I bet she would go longer if I let her.)

2. Everything else at the ped visit looked great. Her hips have now been checked four times, and passed with flying colors each time. He admired her "great muscle tone," and her progress in holding up her head. The poor thing did have to get her heel stuck for the repeat PKU test, but at least there were no shots today. (I'm already dreading the two-month visit with its four vaccines.)

3. I finally figured out how to get the Maya wrap sling comfortably adjusted, which bought me the luxury of making myself an elaborate lunch and eating it in a leisurely fashion. Mmmm, homemade chicken salad with feta cheese and ham in a pita. And pretzels and carrot sticks and grapes and Carr's extra-dark chocolate cookies. Which is an especially good thing given that I weighed myself at the pediatrician's office, and if his scale is accurate I've lost nine pounds since leaving the hospital twelve days ago, which is probably not a very healthy rate. I'm five pounds under my pre-pregnancy weight, which would be fine under most circumstances but probably isn't if it's happening because I'm too preoccupied and tired to eat right.

4. Michael's birthmother is staying with us this week. And cooking! And cleaning! She drizzled pears and apples with olive oil and rosemary, baked them, and served them over vanilla ice cream, and they were amazing. Maybe I should go have some right now. And when she wakes up from her nap, we're going to take Alex out in the stroller for the first time.

5. I stopped bleeding yesterday, yay.

6. Just when I needed a reminder that there's more to me than breastmilk, I got it from an unexpected source. I was talking to my dad on the phone, and in the middle of a deeply technical discussion of what constitutes "failure to thrive" in a breastfed baby (according to him, much more than was ever wrong with Alex) he asked me, "Are you keeping up with the news? Are you going to get back to 'blogging'?" (When my father says "blogging," you can definitely hear the quotation marks that mean, "Dig it! I'm hip to the slang you crazy kids use.") "I want to," I said, "but this feeding program is incredibly time-consuming, and I just don't have the chance to get caught up." "Well, the world needs you," he said. Awwww, Dad.

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"Well, the world needs you," he said.

Aww indeed.