Since the pediatricians were worried about our little bun's weight loss after she was born, she has already been to the doctor's office twice for little checkups. At the first one she had lost more weight, putting her down to 7lbs even from her original 7lb 12oz. That scared Steve and I, but apparently this kind of weight loss is pretty normal.
On Saturday I went back to the doctor's, with Steve's mom, Michelle, along to help since Steve had work. As we walked into the building, Michelle holding Gracie, I said, "I bet they'll think she's yours." And indeed they did. :p
Anyway the Saturday visit was good--she'd put on just the right amount of weight, and we'll go in for a final weight check again at the end of this week. But judging by the way this little wiggle bug is eating, I think she'll be okay.
A week and a half later, we're all doing really well. Michelle went home on Monday, taking with her the last of the mommy help with the 3 am feeding, and we've thus far survived two nights on our own at home. We're both tired and figuring out our sleep schedules, but we just look over at our little Gracie bun and can't help but fall in love with her more and more every time. We love her cute cheeks, her little snores and snorts, and how her cry sounds like a giggle when she gets really into it. We love seeing her big blue eyes wide open, and finding parts of each other in her face. We love cuddling up--all three of us--and how swaddling her makes her into a little Easter egg of cuteness.
In other words, sleep schedules and other adjustments aside, we're feeling pretty darn lucky right now.
