I know that on the other side of the world an entire city is practically submerged in water, and that stuff is going on all over the planet...and yet my brain only has room for thoughts about my daughter.
My little darling is growing at an impressive rate; from her birth weight of 3.66 kgs, she went up to 3.75 after a week, which is all the more surprising considering most babies actually lose weight initially and take up to two weeks to get back to birth weight. On Tuesday, the midwife weighed her again, and Baby is now up to a hefty 4.2 kgs. I'd only just that morning made a bulk online order of 120 newborn-sized disposable nappies, so I was a little anxious that perhaps she's going to be too big for them by the time they arrive! The shipment arrived the very next day, too late for me to change my order; however, it says on the package that they are okay for babies up to 6 kgs so we may be able to use half of them at least...
Baby's continuing to be a challenge in the evenings, usually only falling asleep 2 or 3 hours after I myself, have succumbed to sleep-deprived grumpiness. It was particularly hard on the boy 2 nights ago, when I went to bed and left him to sing her to sleep until 1am. In fact, the boy was a wreck the next day. I felt so bad for him that, instead of us all sleeping in the bedroom (which we've been doing for a week or so now), I offered to go back to sleeping in the lounge last night (on the couch), with Baby in the hammock. I didn't get a lot of sleep but at least the boy was in a reasonable condition to drive to work. Brownie points for me.
Baby continues to turn strangers to mush, when we go for walks around my neighbourhood. Today we went to a couple of banks to enquire about savings accounts for young children, and the woman at the Bank of New Zealand gushed over her for ages; we only got away when Baby started protesting that the buggy wasn't moving enough. I can tell she's going to be a real heartbreaker.