// Journal // April 18, 2000
very tired... but I promise I won't start every entry with that.
It's 3:25 AM and little chloe is sitting at my feet in the car seat. She
likes the comfort of the seat. She's all swaddled up with a little hat
on. She and I seem to be increasingly aware of the apartement and how
cold it can get. I'm doing that equation they told us. ( your comfort
level of clothing + one or two more layers for the baby ) = baby's comfort.
It's the " = " part that always gets' me. Even though you always
calculate it in your head, it's more like a floating point variable that
never equals the same number twice, and most likely is always prime.
She's been a total trooper. She seems to tell you what she needs, and
I'm just starting to pre-emptively adjust before certain crys syptoms
or uncomfort syptoms. I've always said i've been a pretty lousy project
manager, but Lori and I are running pretty good production.
Every three hours she get's fed. Right now lori is healing up a little
while I "finger" feed her with a syringe (spelling) and and
upside down finger. This is really effective in getting her a lot of breast
milk ( already pumped ) into the baby.
She sleeps like a charm after that. I'm still defining "charm",
but check in with me later.