One Week Down!

Saturday 8/30
Sunday 8/31

WE HAVE SURVIVED THE FIRST WEEK!!!

It's exciting and exhausting and bewildering and stimulating and... and... and... I'm just pleased that we all are alive at the end of the week with no significant damage.  Admittedly, my mom is still here, and both grandmas are helping A LOT (seriously, how do new moms survive without grandmas' help??), but we made it!  Everyone is being so thoughtful and helpful with me that honestly I'm a little concerned about when I'm on my own next week after Mom leaves and John has to go to work.  It's hard to ask for help sometimes, you know?  Even when you know you will probably get it, it's still hard.

Anyways, we celebrated the week-aversary with our usual pre-baby weekend plans: taking it easy at home!  It was nice to feel a little like "normal" again, and Ella was often cooperating by being calm and not very fussy today.  She usually does well during the day and gets cranky at bedtime.  All the medical professional say that most babies are nocturnal and give their parents problems at bedtime simply because they don't know what "day" and "night" mean yet.  Ella did get her first bath on Saturday. It was very stressful and weird.  The water part was kind of okay, but the soap and cleaning was not.  It takes a lot of hassle to be "clean," in her opinion.  The towel at the end was interesting, though.

 And it seems that good days are followed by cranky nights, and vice versa.  Saturday was quite nice, but Saturday night was pretty tough. We think Ella was a little congested, so she really didn't want to be lying down flat to sleep.  Which meant a lot of rocking and holding and singing and praying and snuggling.  Which of course meant that she slept all morning on Sunday to recover.  Boo, Ella! We really need to figure out that darkness means sleepy time, and daylight means cute cuddles & social time.  At least she is alternating fussy nights with semi-decent nights so far. We haven't really had two bad nights in a row yet (knock on wood!!).  I'm pretty sure that's a survival instinct that babies are born with.  Yes, you can test your parents, but throw them a bone every now and then so they won't disown you!  Haha.

Little Girl Cat refuses to surrender lap space to the new interloper