What day is it? I’ve lost all concept of time. Got home from hospital around lunchtime on Monday. So far, these are the things I know about my Lila:
* She is a Snuggle-Bot, hard-wired for cuddling.
* Aside from her own name and Snuggle-Bot, she responds to Squirrel and Honey Bear.
* Lila lives for lullabies, preferably sung in the lower-registers.
* My girl is not a howlet. She is quiet and extraordinarily patient, like her daddy. Will make for excellent museum and library etiquette.
* She is athletic. Already lifting her head like a crazed turtle and frogging her way along the length of the changing table.
* She poops and pees in vast quantities. Which is an excellent thing for me to see, as it is easy to worry that a little bot is getting enough milk (I’m new to this crazy world of lactation).
* She sleeps. Lots.
Giles is adjusting nicely to his brotherly new role. No spraying, no acting out. Once he saw that she was another little animal, things seemed to click for him. The door to the bedroom (where her bassinet lives) is now closed to him, but I make sure that he gets to be around her in a highly supervised capacity at least once a day.
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Shaun. I couldn’t ask for a better teammate. Here he is, on deadline, writing an article for CBR with Snuggle-Bot in the wee-hours of the night.
My mom and Rick (Papa Grande & Grandma-ma Jaggers) drove out from Michigan on Monday to get their first Lila cuddles. I am too hormonal to write about how much I love and appreciate them without lactating and crying simultaneously, so I’ll just say this: I feel so incredibly lucky and loved.
Lila took a massive, bubbling shit right when this portrait was threatening to look stale.
Grandma-ma.
Lila loved hanging with the grandparents. Yesterday morning she was more alert than ever, taking them in and enjoying some good family bonding time. Behold these open, open eyes!
The excitement of meeting her grandparents made Lila good and tired for the remainder of the day and last night. Aside from waking her to feed every 2.5 hours and diaper changes, Snuggle-Bot was set to sleep-mode all the way from 3pm–present.
In other news: I’ve tried to read this week’s New Yorker feature about Cameron Todd Willingham twice now and can not seem to get past the first four paragraphs without involuntarily crying and lactating everywhere. So horrible. I can’t even stand it.
Well, on that cheerful note, I’m off to the feeding frenzy.
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What is the cuddliest thing in your life at the moment?
