Screaming Hungry
This film depicts me screaming for my dinner. Have you ever felt this way?
My First Proper Outing
This morning we went to Huxleys Experience Birds of Prey Centre to see the birds. Some of the birds are waaaaay bigger than me. Many were chained up to stumps. One went wacky and tried to fly off his stump and seemed to fly in the same spot for 3 minutes. This made me smile, but Mom thought it was gas – how little does she know.
Afterwards we went to the pub and Mom and Dad and American Granny all had proper food and I had a bottle. Mom had me dressed in an outfit she really likes, but I’m not too sure about it. It makes me look an awful like Bagpuss or a rather large peppermint or candy cane.
We Registered Me Today
England gives parents a generous 6 weeks to register babies after we’re born. Our appointment to visit with the birth certificate lady already happened at 10am this morning.
I was having a real good dream about fluffy jumping sheep so Mom decided to let me sleep until the last minute. When she finally tried to wake me and clean me, we were running slightly behind schedule. To make life interesting, I peed on her THRICE while she was trying to spruce me up for the birth certificate lady.
Getting to the appointment on time proved to be a challenge, but we made it. I was wearing clean clothes at the time, but my eyes were still gummy from the night before. Mom hopes my neglected appearance didn’t force the birth certificate lady to call the RSPCA on us!
Exhausted from the breastfeeding experiment –
and so are the rest of us.
The breastfeeding is a no go. When the health visitor (HV) came around yesterday she said our method would “stress her out (her, not Charlotte)” and she would like me to go with either or. After telling her several times I was perfectly happy with my method, she pushed for me going either way.
The HV left yesterday at 12:50. From then on Charlotte was latched onto me from then to 9pm, then we relented and gave her a bottle. The child was so hungry and hysterical, it took hours to feed her and calm her down. She was so distraught she kept blocking her mouth with her hands when we were trying to feed her a bottle.
All three of us had a rough night last night. Normally I have Charlotte out of bed, cleaned with a fresh change of clothes by now, but she’s in her cot and I’m letting her sleep. I pity the fool who wakes her.
The HV weighed her yesterday at 9lb 1oz, and Charlotte peed all over the lady’s scale. That’s my good girl.
Charlotte’s posts will resume once she’s awake and FED.