Sophie’s stool is now a weird mustard color and full of what looks like tiny grains of rice, which is what they tell me it should be. But, then, they could tell me it should be bright blue and singing in Italian and, at this point, I would believe them; I have become completely dependent upon the literature, which is slightly unusual for me. But, anyway, I guess that means the baby’s now getting some decent nutrition, so I can concentrate on feeding my wife and keeping her alive.
We’ve basically rested all day. I’ve surfed the web, caught up with some work, and tidied up around the house; everything’s put away and sorted, and we’ve even managed to go through a whole pack of 40 diapers already (which is a mixed blessing, as we needed the space on the changing table but means that we’re using them faster than I’d expected.) I should really go out and shop, but Sophie’s been astonishingly cute, sweet, and mostly alert all day, and Christy’s been napping, and I haven’t found the opportunity to do so.
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Christy’s stitches are hurting more than they were yesterday, perhaps due to her more unusual sitting positions and her refusal to take anything else for the pain. I’ve had to show her how to use the hospital-supplied menthol spray, which — in a bit of sheer bloody-mindedness — will only work if you squeeze just above the slot where you’re supposed to squeeze, meaning that anyone who takes the time to read the directions is completely out of luck.
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Yep, definitely milk.
Sophie’s stool is now a weird mustard color and full of what looks like tiny grains of rice, which is what they tell me it should be. But, then, they could tell me it should be bright blue and singing in Italian and, at this point, I would believe them; I have become completely dependent upon the literature, which is slightly unusual for me. But, anyway, I guess that means the baby’s now getting some decent nutrition, so I can concentrate on feeding my wife and keeping her alive.
We’ve basically rested all day. I’ve surfed the web, caught up with some work, and tidied up around the house; everything’s put away and sorted, and we’ve even managed to go through a whole pack of 40 diapers already (which is a mixed blessing, as we needed the space on the changing table but means that we’re using them faster than I’d expected.) I should really go out and shop, but Sophie’s been astonishingly cute, sweet, and mostly alert all day, and Christy’s been napping, and I haven’t found the opportunity to do so.
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Christy’s stitches are hurting more than they were yesterday, perhaps due to her more unusual sitting positions and her refusal to take anything else for the pain. I’ve had to show her how to use the hospital-supplied menthol spray, which — in a bit of sheer bloody-mindedness — will only work if you squeeze just above the slot where you’re supposed to squeeze, meaning that anyone who takes the time to read the directions is completely out of luck.
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