May 04, 2003

And On The Third Day...

Well, here we are... Day Three of the Fiona Adventure. It feels more like a week, or maybe just a day - it's hard to tell when you're sleeping in two or three hour bursts around the clock. You really begin to lose track of what happened when. After I write this, I plan to get another couple hours of sleep and continue in the tradition of temporal confusion.

Fiona is fast asleep in her rolling crib, having just had a little bit of food from Mom, supplemented with some formula. She's still not quite got it down how to breastfeed, but they say she is learning fast and should eventually get it. It's not like the movies where they just pop baby on the boob and away we go!

The thinking now is that Fiona may be a couple weeks premature, but in the case of a breech baby c-section, they pretty much have to go when their estimations say she's at 38-39 weeks. The doctors want to be sure they extract the baby before the mother goes into labor, as that could result in an emergency c-section, increasing the risks to both mother and child.

So, preemie or not, Fiona is here and doing well - and we're both completely smitten with her. Well, when we're not crashed out sleeping that is.

I promise to return to my belligerent ranting sometime in the next week. For now, enjoy my fatherly pride and Fiona blogging.