Today was our 5 wk. checkup with "Dr. Julie" (a little too bubbly, if you ask me) and lo and behold our little Elisa has packed on quite a few pounds. Yes, pounds...as in plural. She weighed in today at a whopping 9 lbs. 10 oz! Considering she was barely at her birth weight (7 lbs. 7.5 oz.) at her last check in only 3 weeks ago, it's a pretty big jump. But then we knew all along she was getting some pretty good "groceries" as Grandma likes to say.
Now the only challenge left is the one that seems the most elusive--yes, SLEEP. Elisa has decided that she really can't be bothered to sleep her 3 and 4 hour stretches at night any more. And in fact, most nights this week she has opted to stay awake between feedings, alternating between quiet and awake to all out screaming. Sometimes it's gas, which is easy to detect. The girl farts louder than her father. But sometimes, she just doesn't want to be put down and even holding her isn't always comforting. Nacho and I have been staying awake in shifts and doing our best to console one another, let alone this baby who can only communicate with her variety of wails. But as we near the 6-8 week period, I am hopeful (maybe naively so) that there will be sort of change for her and some kind of day/night distinction will come into focus. Until then, I am trying to keep up with her and "sleep when she sleeps." Of course tonight we hung out with friends in the city for a few hours after her doctor's appointment and since feeding in the park at around 5:30pm, she has been asleep the ENTIRE evening. And it's 11:30pm now. The mantra of sleep when she does would be more useful, if only I knew when that would be.
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