Hark, don't you?

[ailbhe]

Linnea woke up at about 5, and we pootled off to visit the new baby with Linnea barefoot in the hugabub, because I didn't have the cruelty or the energy to fight her into shoes and make her walk, or force her into the buggy.

The baby is doing great, and so's her mother. I am trying veyr hard not to be too pressurey about breastfeeding, while reiterating that actually, at less than two and a quarter days after birth, most babies aren't drinking ounces and ounces of breastmilk at a time and this isn't something to worry about. I've given a little latching help. I'm trying hard not to be "militant", whatever that is.

But then, I'm also sitting next to the newborn breastfeeding my walking, bouncing 16-month-old, so whatever- !

We walked home as the rain started. It was still too hot to eat, and then came lightning and thunder, and it was too hot and to loud to sleep. Linnea went down at about 10, in the end, when the thunder ended.

Now I know why she slept three hours in the middle of the day. Air pressure and heat. It was horrible at her normal bedtime. She is far cleverer than I am.