Here's a sample of what we normally show you:
And here's what we usually experience:
And here's how it usually ends:
It seems that about two weeks ago, a synapse in Thea's tiny brain sparked and triggered the following thought: "Okay, I've given your world a whirl. I don't like it. I want to go back."
And while, oddly enough, she sleeps pretty well at night (curled in the bed with Nikole), she is pretty much insane from about 7:00 in the morning until midnight. She's usually content when she is eating, or when you are holding her against your chest and moving. (Don't stop moving!)
On Thursday, we went to her six-week pediatrician appointment and she weighed in at a touch over 8 pounds. That's up more than two pounds since she came home five weeks ago. Dr. Smith pronounced herself pleased with Thea's progress, and suggested that we remind ourselves that Thea has exactly one way to articulate any of her emotions -- that healthy wailing sound we hear all day.
She also suggested Thea go cold turkey with breastfeeding, which initially we were keen on. "It's like learning to ride a bike," she said. "She's going to eat gravel nine or ten times, and then suddenly she'll get it." She also suggested it would be an emotionally exhausting weekend as we held back on the bottle and the nipple shield, and force Thea to work for her meals.
After a lot of deliberation on Friday, Nikole decided that we weren't ready to take such a big step. Instead, we head back to the lactation consultant next week to develop a more gently game plan.
Today, I woke with her before the sun rose and fed her a bottle while Nikole slept a bit. Then we headed to the new Forest Hill Park Farmer's Market -- which might just be the biggest market with the best vibe we've stumbled across around town. It almost felt like I was at the Union Square Greenmarket in New York, minus a few million people.