Max is now six months old. Or, ten weeks corrected. He's been home now for four and a half days and we're still trying to work him out. It is strange not having to go to the hospital every day, even stranger not seeing the people each day, but we are getting used to it.
We had a visit from his Outreach nurse on Monday, who checked him over (and us, presumably). He also had a weigh (4320g, up 70g), which he hated.
Basically he's wonderful most of the time. He's very hard at feeding times - we can't work out what's the best way to feed him. We have several bottles and types of teat, and they all have similar results. He's very hard to burp, yet won't feed if he has any air in him, so it all becomes a bit of a drama. He also is very noisy at night. Several other parents have said that this is reasonably normal, all babies are noisy, but we are a bit paranoid about Max's breathing and when he gets so snuffly it seems like he's struggling to breathe it can be scary. But, a minute later he's so quiet I have to get up to make sure he's breathing at all. Go figure.
He is beginning to love baths, but hates getting out. We are very aware of our house's temperature, and are often concerned that Max is cold, so getting out of the bath and getting warmly dressed again is a very speedy experience. He still hates it.
Otherwise, we're plodding along, slowly getting ourselves into a routine of sorts. When Mark goes back to work I'll have to rethink some things, but so far, so good.
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