With breastfeeding, you never know exactly how much food the baby is getting, so I've been worried about whether she is gaining a proper amount of weight (or, any weight at all, since I'm crazy neurotic like that). The newborn-sized diapers seem like they're getting a bit snug in the legs, so we've been feeling optimistic. Just this morning, T. said that he guessed that she weighed 7 lbs 4 ounces. At her last visit a few days after she was born, she weighed 6 lbs 7.5 ounces (she was 7 lbs even at birth). Would you believe that when he put her on the scale at the doctor's office, she weighed exactly 7 lbs 4 ounces? I'm going to have him select lottery numbers tonight.
The visit went terrific. In addition to the concern about her weight, I went in with a list of other new mother neuroses (lots of eye gunk: normal; got instructions to massage her tear ducts to help them pop open. . .lots of snot: normal; just the body excreting mucus related to birth. . .weird pad thing that pops up on her lip after nursing: normal; helps babies suck), and they made me feel better about all of them. They thought she looked great.
We also had to take her for an ultrasound of her hip today, because they thought it seemed a little loose when she was born. The doctor had told us that worst case scenario, she might need to be in a sling of some sort, but that it was probably just due to the position she was in while she was inside me. We had expected that it would probably tighten up over the last few weeks, and that would mean it was a nonissue. The last three medical folks who have looked at it (ie, the nurse practictioners and the doctor) have said they thought it had tightened up, but the ultrasound was the real test. The tech said she thought it looked good, although the radiologist obviously has the final say. I think we're in the clear, though.
After a little lunch, our doula also stopped by the house to say hello. She is really fabulous. We chatted for a long while about the birth and how we're doing, and it was nice to have the company. Miss M. slept through the whole visit. She is just oblivious to noise, which I love. T. vacuumed around her the other day, and she didn't wake. I expect our house will always be chaotic, so I hope she remains a good sleeper like this.
And, I'm still working on the birth story. It's hard to find a spare few minutes!