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Jun. 25th, 2005 10:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivkaI am feeling almost drunk with sleep.
I went to bed at 11 last night. Michael woke Alex at midnight to feed her. She woke me at 6am. Six! I fed her and cuddled her, and she went back to sleep at 7:15. After pumping, I went to bed myself - and Alex let me sleep from 7:45 until I woke up on my own at ten. She woke up perhaps twenty minutes later, while I was finishing my breakfast.
Do you have any idea what a ridiculously huge amount of sleep that is for the mother of a young infant?
Sadly, I think she probably slept so well because she's not feeling well. She started coughing on Thursday morning, and by Thursday night it had progressed to raspy breathing, sneezing, congestion, and a skimpy food intake. Yesterday, instead of bringing her to work again, I took her to the pediatrician. She's fine - her ears and throat look great, she doesn't have a fever, and she's active and relatively cheerful. The pediatrician recommended that I squirt salt water into her noise (I suppose that's to clear up the "relatively cheerful" problem), offer her smaller amounts of food more often, and otherwise just wait for her cold to go away. We're supposed to call if she starts running a fever or if her breathing becomes rapid and shallow.
She's a little whinier than usual, but she also still has periods of smiling and playing.
I feel a bit sheepish about going to the doctor for a cold, but she's just so tiny! And the weekend was coming on! ...And holy cow, I'm just like all those mothers who drove my father crazy all these years, paging him at 3am because the baby made a funny noise.
I went to bed at 11 last night. Michael woke Alex at midnight to feed her. She woke me at 6am. Six! I fed her and cuddled her, and she went back to sleep at 7:15. After pumping, I went to bed myself - and Alex let me sleep from 7:45 until I woke up on my own at ten. She woke up perhaps twenty minutes later, while I was finishing my breakfast.
Do you have any idea what a ridiculously huge amount of sleep that is for the mother of a young infant?
Sadly, I think she probably slept so well because she's not feeling well. She started coughing on Thursday morning, and by Thursday night it had progressed to raspy breathing, sneezing, congestion, and a skimpy food intake. Yesterday, instead of bringing her to work again, I took her to the pediatrician. She's fine - her ears and throat look great, she doesn't have a fever, and she's active and relatively cheerful. The pediatrician recommended that I squirt salt water into her noise (I suppose that's to clear up the "relatively cheerful" problem), offer her smaller amounts of food more often, and otherwise just wait for her cold to go away. We're supposed to call if she starts running a fever or if her breathing becomes rapid and shallow.
She's a little whinier than usual, but she also still has periods of smiling and playing.
I feel a bit sheepish about going to the doctor for a cold, but she's just so tiny! And the weekend was coming on! ...And holy cow, I'm just like all those mothers who drove my father crazy all these years, paging him at 3am because the baby made a funny noise.
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Date: 2005-06-27 06:44 pm (UTC)"Oh? What seems to be wrong?"
"Nothing specific, yet, but she's getting sick."
"Mrs. Miles, we appreciate your concern, but we really can't diagnose anything until the baby has some actual symptoms."