We had our first doctor's appointment yesterday. Rachel is doing great. She's 7 lbs, 4 ounces, so she's almost caught up to her birth weight. Oink, oink. Shes such a messy eater, I'm surprised she gets anything in her tummy at all!
Our pediatrician is pretty cool, and, randomly enough, he knows the Atlanta Heisses, not that we do. Apparently our pediatrician studied under Bro. Heiss--also a pediatrician. Just another odd connection to these mysterious Heisses.
She's not jaundiced at all, so that's one less thing to worry about. And recently she's been sleeping well at night. Four whole hours last night!
The only thing we have to work on is weaning her off the breast shield. I'm at a loss of what to do. She'll latch on to Andrew's nose. She suck on her hands. You would think she'd want to latch on to her food supply... Oh, no, not without that little shield. She totally flips out. And if she does latch on, she'll only suck once or twice before giving me an exasperated look and promptly falling asleep. I think she does it on purpose.
By her two week appointment, the doctor wants her off the shield and on me...this is going to be tricky, I can tell.