Dear Baby Nora,

Today you are one week old, and to say that this week has been trying, frustrating, and daunting does not do it justice. You didn't latch on to nurse very well so we had to supplement with formula at first. This caused you the bellyache of the century that is still raging today. You haven't slept or pooped hardly at all for two days. Your Daddy and I are exhausted, little one. I've figured out that the only way you'll sleep when your belly is hurting is to lay propped against my chest. This means we've spent more time in Grandpa's easy chair the last two nights than in our own beds. Last night I tried to talk you into sleeping in your own bed by pointing out that you can't sleep with me in the chair forever...scarily enough, I'm not sure you'd mind at this point. The doctor we talked to on Sunday morning said we could give you a suppository...Grandma got the honors for that one...keep that in mind when you read this and you're 17 years old...your Grandma put stuff up your butt...and strangely enough, you didn't seem to mind much.

You haven't had formula since yesterday morning so we're hoping this incessant screaming is over soon. You and I are finally getting the nursing thing down on the left side, but you want nothing to do with my right boob. What's up with that? I keep telling you they have the same stuff inside but you don't seem to believe me. I think now it's more of a mental block for both of us, and since we seem to be equally stubborn, I fear it may be a long rough road for a few days.

There have been fantastic moments the last week, too...my favorite of which is watching your Daddy with you. You have him wrapped around all ten of your little fingers already. He does this cute thing where he holds your feet and makes your chubby little legs move so fast like you're running...you love that so much that you almost smile. When you do manage a smile you show off the most beautiful dimples...those dimples came straight from your Daddy. You also seem to like it better when he changes your clothes and diapers than when I do. I think it might be because he's faster than I am...that or because he uses that special voice that he only uses with you. It's the most beautiful thing in the world to see the two of you together.

Love,
Mommy