Mommy Monday

Home alone for the first time with my Millie.  It's been a pretty boring day, but I've loved it!  It's so quiet.  She just eats and sleeps...and we can nap together anytime I want!  She's such a good napper.

I read this book called The Secrets of the Baby Whisperer.  The author has come up with this plan called E.A.S.Y., which totally makes sense to me.  However, it might be awhile before I can adhere to this plan.  E = eat, A = activity, S = sleep, Y = you.  Simple enough.  The idea is to have some sort of activity or play time after eating so that kids don't associate eating with going right to sleep; if you stay on this cycle, there will always be some "you time".  Millie isn't having any of it yet though; I spend a good 15 minutes trying to keep her awake WHILE she is eating.  By the time she's through eating, I've given up and just let her fall back asleep.  For example, this morning I tried some tummy time on her play mat, but somehow this always turns into naptime on the play mat.  Here she is having a very happy dream:

This weekend we received her hospital pictures in the mail.  When I agreed to have these pictures taken at the hospital, I had in mind the typical picture taken in the nursery and posted on hospital websites for the past 30 years.  Nothing special, but for sentimental purposes, it's a must.  We were shocked when the photographer showed up at our room and started arranging a backdrop on the bed for a full-blown photo shoot.  We were skeptical, but after being shown the proofs in a very manipulative slideshow (dreamy music & tear-jerk quotes included), we were quick to shell out $130 for the pictures.  I'm so glad we did though.  Our camera wasn't cooperating at the hospital, and now we have several good pics of Camilla's second day of life, p.w. (post-womb).  And as an added bonus, some of them are pretty comical because it looks like we've just checked our baby in to a health spa with her white robe on.

Next up is her 2 week checkup with the pediatrician on Wednesday.  Her diarrhea hasn't gone away, so I just had a telephone chat with the nurse practicioner.  She has no fever and no other symptoms; the nurse seems to think it could possibly be a milk protein allergy.  Oh boy.  I have a feeling I'm going to be banned from dairy products, which will leave John with the sole responsibility of polishing off the rest of the 20 gallons of ice cream we have in our freezer.  (I was pretty fond of ice cream at the end of my pregnancy and would stock up on Ben & Jerry's pints every time I went to walmart.)  Stay tuned.