Life is Rough

So last weekend we ended up taking Tristyn to the hospital (urgent care wouldn't take a newborn) because she just refused to go pew-pew. I think it's my fault because on her birthday when it was just her and I at the hospital that night I told her not to be a big poopy-head, and asked that she try to only go when her Daddy changes her. Well I guess she took me seriously on that first request, because she hadn't gone in a few days.

Earlier in the week we had given her an ounce of water (at the advice of the doctor), which did make her go, but she stopped there. We've read infrequent pew-pew occurrences are totally normal, but it still freaked us out. The H gave her sugar water this time, and she went shortly afterwards. Since then she's gone everyday or at least every other day. Each time she does, I either call Mike or run out to get him and tell him the good news. I still can't believe how happy that makes us. It's the little things in life, right?

Her umbilical cord stump fell off Monday - exactly 2 weeks since she was born, right on schedule. I'm so glad it's gone (and no, I didn't save it). She's much cuter without it.

She had her 2 week check up Wednesday, and not only did she check-out very healthy, she grew almost an inch! She doesn't go back until she's 2 months old.

Other than the above, the week pretty much consisted alternating nights of her sleeping well all night, then the next night me begging her to stop crying and to go to sleep. She likes to keep me guessing.