Vivian, Week Four

Oh my, wee Vivian. You arrived safely on 11/15, weighing in at 8 lbs, 5
oz and bringing to an end the days of you kicking me so hard my breath
would stop. Thanks to the excitement of the potential for H1.N1 flu,
your birth was a crazy adventure but you gave us no problems on the way
out.

It was after you were born that we had some trouble. You decided you
really weren't a fan of the boob and went so far as to go on a hunger
strike. Eventually that hunger strike had me near tears and you, you
dropped almost a pound to 7 lbs 9 oz. With your jaundice on the rise
due to you not eating, I made the really hard and horrible decision to
give you formula. And start pumping because there's no way any kid of
mine is going to have formula if I can help it.

So here we are, with you now drinking the good stuff from a bottle and
me pumping all the time. We continue to work together on the latching
thing and I do think we're making progress.

In the meantime, you sleep like a champ, 3-ish hours in a row at night.
You also will fall asleep if we put you down somewhere comfy, assuming
your belly is full and your diaper is dry. This is new for us, but
really awesome.

And you, my dear? Also, awesome.

Welcome to the family, sweet girl. We're thrilled that you're here.