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*tired wave*
Jan. 17th, 2007 08:29 pmHello, I'm back. Thanks to Miss C for spreading the good news and the card, to Sealy for the prezzie, Ian & family for the cards and to all for your good wishes.
Violet Marie Crouch (affectionately nicknamed Froggie my me due to great big cheeks and kicky, froggy legs) was born at 11.24am on Saturday 13th Jan, weighing in at 6lb something (was utterly spaced when they weighed her!). Hell, I'm still utterly spaced! Shall go into Labour details some other time - it wasn't pretty, though!
Left Ashford Hospital - where I had her - on Sunday afternoon but have spent the last few days at the Canterbury Birthing Unit under the care of the Midwife team since she refuses wholeheartedly to breastfeed. She still just screams at the nipple whenever it's offered, so my handpump has become my new best friend. I'm getting loads out now (good thing too since she can be insatiable, especially at night) and it's still less hassle to boil water and spoon out formula powder. We do have a couple of cartons of ready-to-drink formula, in case of emergencies.
Froggie's favourite pastimes include (alongside 'make Mummy frustrated by spitting out her nipples')
Sleeping peacefully anywhere, in any environment, until midnight when any attempt to put her in a cot is met with furious screams.
Waking up hungry every two hours between midnight and 9am, then sleeping soundly
'Helping' whoever is feeding her by hitting the cup full of carefully expressed milk once it's at her mouth
Putting her feet in her poo whenever an attempt to change her nappy is made
Gurning. She's a champion gurner. My favourites are The Zombie (eyes slightly open, eyeballs rolled back, mouth agape), The Elvis (upper lip curl) and The Angry Baby (Face reddening and set to 'wail' but a good few seconds before any sound comes out)
So, yes. That's me. Tired and with very little time between catching up on sleep and expressing, but back and well (and sore - again, shall go into gory details some other time!) and with a mini-Scribbles in tow.
Violet Marie Crouch (affectionately nicknamed Froggie my me due to great big cheeks and kicky, froggy legs) was born at 11.24am on Saturday 13th Jan, weighing in at 6lb something (was utterly spaced when they weighed her!). Hell, I'm still utterly spaced! Shall go into Labour details some other time - it wasn't pretty, though!
Left Ashford Hospital - where I had her - on Sunday afternoon but have spent the last few days at the Canterbury Birthing Unit under the care of the Midwife team since she refuses wholeheartedly to breastfeed. She still just screams at the nipple whenever it's offered, so my handpump has become my new best friend. I'm getting loads out now (good thing too since she can be insatiable, especially at night) and it's still less hassle to boil water and spoon out formula powder. We do have a couple of cartons of ready-to-drink formula, in case of emergencies.
Froggie's favourite pastimes include (alongside 'make Mummy frustrated by spitting out her nipples')
Sleeping peacefully anywhere, in any environment, until midnight when any attempt to put her in a cot is met with furious screams.
Waking up hungry every two hours between midnight and 9am, then sleeping soundly
'Helping' whoever is feeding her by hitting the cup full of carefully expressed milk once it's at her mouth
Putting her feet in her poo whenever an attempt to change her nappy is made
Gurning. She's a champion gurner. My favourites are The Zombie (eyes slightly open, eyeballs rolled back, mouth agape), The Elvis (upper lip curl) and The Angry Baby (Face reddening and set to 'wail' but a good few seconds before any sound comes out)
So, yes. That's me. Tired and with very little time between catching up on sleep and expressing, but back and well (and sore - again, shall go into gory details some other time!) and with a mini-Scribbles in tow.
