the 1st week ...

She's just over a week old now. Can't believe it's been a week already.

Having her in our lives has changed things around quite a bit here at Big Lime. There's the obvious new resident in the house, the little cries (she has this kitten-like whispery sort of cry) when she's just waking up, the loud cries when she's too hungry and waiting for milk is pure torture on her part, the diaper-changing, rubbish bag throwing (bins are now emptied so frequently, I'd need to get more plastic bags very soon), bottle-washing, milk-expressing, crib-rocking, Big Z singing lullabies (as opposed to Thomas & Friends and/or My Chemical Romance songs!) and then some more. As tiring as my eyebags are proving this whole new change in daily routine is turning out to be, it's all equally fun and too-good-to-be-true sort of feeling.

Still very early days, but has to be said, looking after Baby Z is definitely less tiring than looking after Big Z as a baby. Big Z would just park himself on me throughout the day, leaving me with nothing else to do but to just hold on to him really. He'd wail each time I placed him in his cot, but so long as he's all snug in my arms or the Daddy's, he'd sleep well. Baby Z on the other hand, is much easier. Feed and burp her, cuddle her a bit, put her in her crib and she'll put herself to sleep soon after. Gives me the time to see to my laundry, lunch for myself and Big Z, and other bits of work around the house. Oh, and updating of blogs. :-) This easy pattern she's got herself into only applies during the day though. At night, it's a whole other story! Wakes up every other hour and after feeding, takes a lot of rocking and coaxing and pleading (by us parents) to get her to sleep. Not the most welcoming 'task' at 2am, 3am, 4am and 5am, I'd say. But last night, was the first manageable night. Woke up twice for feeds and a change and then went back to sleep but not so immediate as if during the day. Let's see what tonight brings us.

:: having her bit of morning sun by the window ::