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February 03, 2004

Tired update

Don't get me wrong, Daisy is absolutely wonderful and everything, but the crying inconsolably for a few hours at the end of each night is something Vicky and I could do without.

One of the things nobody ever tells you is the incremental change in a baby's mental condition each time they wake up after a feed/look/sleep cycle. It's incredibly perceptible that there is more and more going on inside her head.

On thursday, she developed the ability to point her eyes at something and keep them there, and then move them purposefully to something new. By friday, she had the ability to move her head and keep her eyes pointing at the same object. This week, there's a slightly different reaction between our faces, even though we're sure she doesn't know what a face is, or what it means yet. But that early proto-recognition seems to produce two different flavours of happy.

Another thing - and one I wish I didn't know - is that the whole process of the umilical cord falling off is basically controlled gangrene. The midwife asked us if the cord had started smelling yet, and we said no - but by the following day I knew exactly the smell she meant. And I could smell it *everywhere*, even over the top of the 1990 Pol Roger we toasted her in with on Saturday. I don't know, the sacrifices parents make eh?

The other thing that's happened is Vicky and I have realised we have no idea of who knows about Daisy's arrival and who doesn't - we've had two embarrasing phonecalls already from close friends we assumed had heard. So an email along the lines of 'sorry weve been a bit crap but...' is going to have to go out shortly.

Oh, and the NCT breastfeeding helpline and support services are near-godlike. Particularly when you've got a super-hungry monster like we have.

Posted by Tom Dolan at February 3, 2004 03:09 PM

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Reading this again, is this stream-of-barely-consciousness?

Posted by: Tom Dolan at February 3, 2004 03:14 PM

Oooh, hooo - just you wait until she's eight months old and you finally get round to giving her belly button a really good clean out, only to discover a bit of chord that got left behind.

Then you'll know what stink is.


Posted by: Kim at February 3, 2004 04:19 PM

Oh the memories :-) I sort of miss it in a masochistic way, I think... well only for a few seconds on reflection!!

Posted by: John at February 3, 2004 09:22 PM

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