In the first two weeks of her life, my daughter has lost ten percent of her birthweight, gained it back (and then some), found her fingers, lost her umbilical cord stump, gone through two packs of disposable diapers, started holding her head up for a few seconds at a time, and met all of her grandparents. No wonder she's sleeping so much - I'd be exhausted, too. Oh wait, I am exhausted.
My mom has agreed to stay on an extra few days before returning to her coast of habitual residence. It wasn't hard to persuade her to change her flight, really. It has nothing to do with me recovering from the C-section, oh no, it's all about quality time with Gigi, we know. Still, I'll take all the help I can get.