Breastfeeding is quite a chore. Everyone talks about pregnancy, labor, and the joys of breastfeeding; not many of those people mention how hard breastfeeding can be. Nora didn't want to latch the first few weeks; I'm talking twenty minutes of fighting it. This could explain the weight loss which led to waking her to eat every two hours instead of three. I felt like by the time I finished feeding her it was time for her to eat again. She finally got back to her birth weight within about 3 weeks. We stayed at my mom's the first few weeks. I don't know what I would've done without her and Sarah.
It definitely wasn't all exhausting. She is/was so easy to love. She is a good baby. I have heard the horror stories of colic and babies that do nothing but cry. I feel so lucky to not be going through that. If my worst problem is a little breastfeeding frustration, I'd say that's awesome. She is probably as close as it gets to perfect. A few things I want to remember about Nora in her first month: funny expressions (even though they aren't on purpose), her hand is always by her face, the way she falls asleep in my arms or on my chest, looong and skinny fingers, legs, and feet; bright blue eyes, screaming during diaper changes, grinning while in her milk coma. When she arrived I thought she looked so much like Logan, however, I'm starting to think she looks like my family.
