The nocturnal feeding / sleep deprivation cycle has begun. Rye is not yet the model of efficiency in his meals, clustering in two-to-five-hour sessions without real breaks for us. As Greg said, well into Hour Four of feeding this morning (or was it last night?), "At the rate he's going he'd better be six feet tall tomorrow." Greg and I are taking turns keeping Rye calm so the other can power nap. Rye is channeling his inner Dragon via roar and attack on meals.
Needless to say all this is producing more frequent diaper changes, and Rye is definitely heavier today than he was yesterday.
The beef jerky part of Rye's umbilical cord fell off yesterday; it dried quickly with frequent application of goldenseal and comfrey powders.
Rye definitely likes the wool knitted caps that Mama made him better than the tight, stretchy one from the midwives. We're finding Rye likes to sleep on his side better than his back, and he likes to sleep on us most of all.
The pediatrician gave Rye a clear bill of health yesterday when he came by the house, and we'll go back for another well-baby visit in a couple of weeks.
I'm still healing and sore and not all that comfortable, but Greg has been taking good care of me.
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