A Hard Day's Night

Last night was the first hard(er) night with Clyde. She didn't cry but she moaned and fussed a little bit, waking up about every hour or two hours. She seemed to be hungry but then wouldn't drink for more than a few seconds--so every wakeup call felt kind of futile. Every day is a process. But she's been so good during the day. Today I went for a massage--my back muscles are really tense from the breastfeeding holds--and Ingy and Clyde walked around the neighborhood, and the three of us met up at Jolie for a lunch and a beer. I was worried that Clyde would need fed during my massage but she was OK.

Sometimes early in the morning, before Clyde wakes up, I start to miss her, and I bring her into our bed and just look at her and stroke her little hairs on her head. It's so weird! Ingrid continues to be amazing and supportive and changes almost every diaper.

But Clyde is, for the most part, very easy still. She's had a ton of visitors. Our friend Julie came over last night, and we keep running into friends on the street with kids, who are meeting Clyde and very excited. She has now been to Jolie twice, to Prospect Park once, to Smith Street in Brooklyn, to 5th Avenue in Brooklyn, and to the stores on Atlantic Avenue numerous times. Ingrid and I are kind of treating this week as our vacation, and trying to do one little outing with her per day.