NappiesR us

There is a rite of passage that every man dreads but most must go through at some stage - the nappy change. I am not a big fan of the poo. The wee is ok, though time it wrong and you end up with a lot of wet clothes. No, the poo is at one fascinating (all those colours I never thought possible) and horrid - she can fill her pants literally in the space of one minute. A breast milk diet is known to lead to copious and explosive bowel movements. Speed is of the essence with these big mummas.
But I thought I would be more squeamish and reluctant than I have been. Maybe it is one bonus to be had from sleep deprivation - you simply have no energy to think about things, you just do it.
The midwife weighed Aimee and she is now 7lb9oz. She has gained a full pound in 9 days. Phenomenal growth spurt - and looks like no signs of slowing down as she is gulping down the milk at an astounding rate - 3.5fluid oz every three hours on the dot.
The past two days have been good. As long as we maintain the milk flow and get it to her within two minutes of her crying, she is mostly a happy and contented baby. But the old wind factor is a bugger. Too much gulping or crying leads to wind, which manifests as a three hour screaming session - usually at 2am.

But she seems to be growing daily and that gives us pleasure. Cat and I convince ourselves she is starting to recognise who is who. If I speak in corner of the room while Cat is holding her, Aimee will turn her head in my direction. I cannot wait for her to smile and laugh. This stage is around five to six weeks away.
I'm off to buy a camcorder now. Sadly, my present one let me down and is busted. SoI will have to preserve moving memories of Aimee's first week in my brain.