And so starts the series of posts that makes me realize how quickly time passes… Your first week has been eventful. You came home on your first day, just a mere 24 hours old. On day 3 you flashed your first smile. On day 4 you were tested for with jaundice, which meant the second blood test on your little foot (the first was the standard blood test at the hospital). We had to return day 5 for another blood test as your bilirubin levels were high, but not high enough for phototherapy. That was when you had your first big poop explosion in the car seat, which soiled everything… and of course being a rookie second time mom, I didn’t bring a change of clothes and had to send grandma out to the nearest shop to buy a body (for 40 dollars!). Day 6 saw your third and last blood test with happy results that the bili levels had thankfully gone down and you were cleared for good. It was hard seeing you being pricked so many times, but you were super brave and strong, and barely cried. In fact you charmed all the nurses by being so sweet and quiet at the appointments and staring at them with wide-opened eyes.
But I guess that was probably good timing, as most of time you’re either nursing, sleeping or pooping (or sleepooping). Every day your big sister gets to hold you for a bit, and she loves to help out changing diapers and make sure I feed you. In the very first days when sometimes she wasn’t allowed to hold you she would actually cry of sadness and say things like “I don’t like it when I can’t hold the baby”… but that eagerness has settled down a bit as the week has passed and the newness has worn off a bit.
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