According to Dave, we now have a real baby. Think Pinnochio losing his strings. Ella's cord stump finally fell off yesterday at exactly three weeks old. We were going to celebrate with a real bath last night, but that didn't work out so we'll celebrate tonight.
Ella had the ultrasound on her hips yesterday and while they are not dislocated (which we knew) they seem to be a little under developed. We are waiting on a referral to an orthopedist to find out what we need to do next. Hopefully, we will have an appointment to see one next week. I am not going to worry about this because I am faithfully praying that her hips will be normal the next time they look at them. She just seems too normal for there to be much of a problem. She already has strong legs - she pushes off of things and stands on them when you put her feet on a flat surface while you are holding her. We will wait in faith on this one - what else can I do?
Like her mother, she is quickly becoming a creature of habit. Bath time is between 8 and 8:30 p.m. and if she isn't having a bath during that time she is ticked. The other night, we were late bathing her and she was being a sweat bee (that's what we call a fussy baby). Dave had her lying on the counter, undressing her and as soon as she heard the water turn on she quit crying. It was hilarious. He said, "You already have your mother's timing issues." I guess this means she may have inherited my inflexible nature. Joy. So as it goes right now, we have bath time in the 8 o'clock hour, then nursing, then bed and usually she'll sleep until 2:30 or 3:00. I love it. :)
I almost forgot - apparently breastmilk tastes like a milkshake. We know this because the bottle was leaking when Dave was feeding her the other night and he licked his fingers. Now, when she's finished with her bottle and looking at him with goofy eyes, he tells her she is "milkshake drunk" and it's no wonder she wants to eat all the time. I haven't tasted it myself, so I cannot confirm.
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