Good golly, I’ve become one of those people who has a baby and stops
blogging. The thing is, it turns out babies are pretty time-consuming. It isn’t like I don’t have things to share or things that are bothering me. I just don’t have the time (or the free hands) to capture it all.
I am at the moment in the middle of another pumping session (Sigh) and Chick is sound asleep so I’ll do my best at a coherent update.
We are all now home, and the kitchen looks lovely. No mold! I’ve spent the last two days with chick all by myself – I’ve managed to take a shower both days, and occasionally even remember to brush my teeth. Chick is still sleeping a ton, but is having more and more alert time where we “play”, if that includes wildly flailing his limbs and making wookie noises.
Because he delivered so early, Chick is eligible for my state’s early intervention program. It is a free service that comes to the house, evaluates your child, and recommends resources if there are any developmental concerns. Oddly, this doesn’t worry me. If chick does have some developmental issues, I would rather know sooner and be able to get him the support he needs. So on Thursday, three people (one social worker and two behavioral specialist) will come over and play with him for about an hour.
In the meantime, chick and I are struggling to integrate breast-feeding into our repertoire. I have got to get off this pump, and he needs to learn that boob is better. When he latches, it goes great. But then there are times he simply refuses even though he is clearly hungry. There has been a lot of crying on both sides, but I’m determined not to give up quite yet. When it does click, it’s kind of magical.