Two weeks

A week ago we celebrated Milla's first week, and I celebrated 'my most straightforward night'. Last night was the opposite, with Milla crying for hours and us getting to sleep sometime around 8am. It was Charlie's first day back at work. It's been difficult.

Apparently this is the position I sleep in too. 

Yesterday the Maternal and Child Nurse weighed Milla and found she'd lost 94 grams on birth weight so we are on a fatten-up campaign. It involves expressing milk, which is so boring and a little bit miserable, as well as trying to feed an overtired Milla. She's amazingly alert and wired when overtired, with big shiny eyes and a strong chin.