There, as they say, is an old soul. An old bald soul. As shot at the pediatrician appointment today. That is the image of a girl that has gained nearly a pound in a week. Marjorie has been a soldier, grinding away at feedings every three hours round the clock (Avery has been great as well). Grab your calculators and confirm that means 56 of the last 168 hours manning the milk station. I was going to say milk cannons but it seemed gauche. So I didn’t. Did not. Stop grinning. You’ll get me in trouble. So immature.
Now, that 56 hours is conservative, because Marjorie wasn’t holding back. If Avery wanted more than an hour at the Milk Bar, then she was welcome to it. I frequently jumped in with the bottle, but if we’re going to be fair, this was Marjorie’s campaign, and a chubby cherubic Avery her one shining goal. Respect. And mission accomplished.
The doc said we’re doing great. Pepper is into the 15th percentile for weight – that’s a mile high leap from last week. Doc Chris says, “Keep it up.”
I says, “Pardon?”
In the end, with no physical threats whatsoever, we agreed that waking Avery for feedings every three hours isn’t necessary, so long as we keep up the calorie flood. On demand feeding is fine. Little bunny will be at the pumps (stop it, you) at her command, with followup formula fortification. We’ll weigh her again in a week, and if she’s still gaining strong (at this rate she’ll be playing women’s rugby by Christmas, and men’s rugby by New Year’s) then we can ease off the formula. Mum wants a breast-fed baby. I’m a little more relaxed on the subject, figuring that so long as Avery gets all the breast milk she wants, and we just keep the tank full with formula, she’ll have all the benefit and none of the detriment. Also, I would like to rescue my wife from under the baby and/or breast pump so she can feel human for a few hours every day. Like a prisoner with his one hour of daylight. Not that she would ever even consider looking at it that way. She loves being a mom. And she’s very good at it. It’s very fun to watch. Still, a husband wants to help. Both his girls. And I like feeding Avery! Quite a lot.
Hey! Look at this moron! He’s still up at 1am because his kid’s doctor said he could sleep more now! sigh.
On the biz side, CBcom is in the tweaks stage. Exciting. The software project is negotiating its next phase. Awesome. The… what vague title do I use for this… I dunno. TV series project. There. The TV series project is developing nicely. Super great. We can write us some comedy. Us we can.
And I just chatted with my sister on FB about Christmas plans. We’re just getting started. We have some dates. That’s a good start. Will run them by my beloved wife in the morning, after we’ve had a relatively spectacular night’s sleep. Robyn ducked out before I could make sure we’ll be seeing plentiful and awesome pics of my nephews in Halloween costume, so here I am doing that. See that, darling sister? Oh I’m looking at you. Making sure. We’ll be seeing. Pics. Aplenty.
That does it. I’m going to bed.