A week ago I had the c-section that saw little Emily join the world. Weighing in at just shy of 3 kilos or 6lb 10oz in imperial. Her birth was a fun relaxed affair compared to the gruelling marathon that I had with Tom.
She’s a joy, beautiful when she’s not doing her cross spider monkey impressions. She loves being held. She seems tiny and delicate compared to Tom at the same stage but he was 4.20 kg, and 41 weeks whereas Emily was born at 37 weeks 0days.
Her tinyness bit us though. She was a sleepy feeder from the birth and although I thought she was getting better at feeding, she lost over 10% of her birth weight by day 5. So we ended up back in hospital on Wednesday. The hospital admitted us as they needed to check that there wasn’t any underlying issues with Emily, that I was producing enough milk and to get Emily feeding enough.
Fortunately there is nothing wrong with Emily and I am producing enough milk. After 24 hours of feeding “bootcamp” Emily has put on weight and her feeding has improved.
We’re back home now, I’m on the iPad, sitting in bed resting while Emily is sleeping besides me. Bliss.