The feeding tacks a surprising amount of time onto her usual diaper care and temperature check. Today we felt like we were running a relay race...over and over and over. At 8am, 11am, 2pm, and 5pm, the baton gets passed to us and off we go to complete our leg of the course. It seems we barely had time to clear our heads after the last care cycle and feeding, and here it was, time to start all over again. No wonder Clare is tired. Can she get any quality sleep when we keep bugging her all the time? This worries me a bit. Forget kangarooing today--we were overstimulating her as is just with the addition of bottle-feeding to her routine.
I've gotten so used to Clare that I've forgotten how small she really is. When I burped her, she just looked so tiny, like a small child's baby doll. I come home and the cats look HUGE. All of the cats weigh between three and four times Clare's birth weight. It's like finding woolly mammoths living in the house. Funny thing is, Clare's skull and brain are already bigger than the cats', which makes them look all the more absurd.
So all this anxiety over her first oral feeds has left us emotionally and physically spent. I think that Clare's not the only one overstimulated today.
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