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Things that make a baby smile in her first week of life include feeling comfortable, having had a really good digestive event (at either end), and having her face pleasantly tickled. Things which make her smile from about day 10 include the prospect of milk when hungry; she smiles when handed to me, or when placed in a nursing position, before coming into contact with the actual foodsource, much less the actual food.
Babies smile for pleasure.
Of course, the sight of my smiling face isn't a source of much pleasure, yet, but some interest, I think.
In other news, I was supposed to see my midwife on Monday, but she had to postpone due to a birth, and then her backup called to say that my midwife had had some sort of personal tragedy and couldn't work right now. So I saw the backup today and was discharged. Apparently my midwife is doing well and will be ok but not practicing for some time.
I'm really sad about this; she's so lovely and was so nice to me throughout, and really did help me get through this birth without surgery, which is pretty wonderful, if you ask me.
In another week or two I hope to send her a gift. I haven't decided what though.
Meanwhile, the Health Visitor called to make an appointment and is a bit confused because the system of giving out personal child health records (red books) has changed and she wasn't sure how to get one. I can't imagine how confusing it is if someone has a baby overseas and comes to the UK afterwards, then. In this area, that must be something they... never, ever deal with? Um. Perhaps not...
Tomorrow morning is Baby Registration Day. Rob needs to bring both our passports to the Registry Office and make Astrid official. Her passport application forms arrived in this morning's post so that's good; we can get her photo done and send it off pretty soon after that.
Friday is the first day with Rob back at work. Then on Monday we have the sofa being collected for reseating, the plumber coming to repressurise the solar water heater, the HV coming to do Astrid's hearing test, and... actually, I think that's all. It should all be over by lunchtime. Today it was the solar guy, the midwife and the Sainsburys delivery, and that was over by lunchtime too.
This weekend we need to do most of the baking for Emer's birthday party. She really really wants a caterpillar cake just like last time. That's kind of convenient because we can bake cupcakes ahead of time quite easily, and ice them the day before her party.
Oh, and we got our new clothes-airer from Lakeland and it seems to be exactly what we need. Today was a good day for it to arrive, too, because the heavens opened and let all the water fall on us. We just need to work out where in the house gets the driest airflow so that we can put it there.
I've loaned out my Toddler "No Cry Sleep Solution" book. My baby one has vanished without trace. I must put more effort into replacing the books I've loaned out and not had back. Most of my John Holt is gone, too.
But meanwhile I'm trying to find a comfortable way to read the new Bujold.
Babies smile for pleasure.
Of course, the sight of my smiling face isn't a source of much pleasure, yet, but some interest, I think.
In other news, I was supposed to see my midwife on Monday, but she had to postpone due to a birth, and then her backup called to say that my midwife had had some sort of personal tragedy and couldn't work right now. So I saw the backup today and was discharged. Apparently my midwife is doing well and will be ok but not practicing for some time.
I'm really sad about this; she's so lovely and was so nice to me throughout, and really did help me get through this birth without surgery, which is pretty wonderful, if you ask me.
In another week or two I hope to send her a gift. I haven't decided what though.
Meanwhile, the Health Visitor called to make an appointment and is a bit confused because the system of giving out personal child health records (red books) has changed and she wasn't sure how to get one. I can't imagine how confusing it is if someone has a baby overseas and comes to the UK afterwards, then. In this area, that must be something they... never, ever deal with? Um. Perhaps not...
Tomorrow morning is Baby Registration Day. Rob needs to bring both our passports to the Registry Office and make Astrid official. Her passport application forms arrived in this morning's post so that's good; we can get her photo done and send it off pretty soon after that.
Friday is the first day with Rob back at work. Then on Monday we have the sofa being collected for reseating, the plumber coming to repressurise the solar water heater, the HV coming to do Astrid's hearing test, and... actually, I think that's all. It should all be over by lunchtime. Today it was the solar guy, the midwife and the Sainsburys delivery, and that was over by lunchtime too.
This weekend we need to do most of the baking for Emer's birthday party. She really really wants a caterpillar cake just like last time. That's kind of convenient because we can bake cupcakes ahead of time quite easily, and ice them the day before her party.
Oh, and we got our new clothes-airer from Lakeland and it seems to be exactly what we need. Today was a good day for it to arrive, too, because the heavens opened and let all the water fall on us. We just need to work out where in the house gets the driest airflow so that we can put it there.
I've loaned out my Toddler "No Cry Sleep Solution" book. My baby one has vanished without trace. I must put more effort into replacing the books I've loaned out and not had back. Most of my John Holt is gone, too.
But meanwhile I'm trying to find a comfortable way to read the new Bujold.