She had her first cold this weekend. As far as I can tell the only real symptom was congestion. Of course a tiny baby can't blow her nose or understand why she suddenly can't breathe and eat at the same time, so even just congestion is pretty upsetting to her. People tend to complain a lot about dealing with sick babes, but while it is very time intensive, this first time it actually made me pretty proud of my growing parenting skills. The only terrible thing about it was that my baby wasn't feeling well, and at least I knew I was doing my very best to help her feel better.
I used my breast pump for the first time on Monday. Because of the cold Margaret was having trouble nursing, and if nothing else I needed to do something, especially on the left side because if unshielded that side would spray milk a good three feet. Talk about drinking from a firehose. Pumping went well. I got two ounces from each side with no trouble. Partly as an experiment and partly because I thought it might be easier for her I gave Margaret a bottle of some of the expressed milk, and while skeptical of the plastic nipple she did take an ounce and a half before falling asleep. We should be in decent shape on the feeding side of things once I have to go back to work.
In general Margaret is spending a lot more time in a quiet alert state these days, which is good, but it prevents me from getting just about anything done. Of course that is because when she is awake I must tend to priority number one, which is mothering my little girl.
People keep asking me if the experience is what I expected. Sometimes they seem to be fishing for complaints about how hard it is. Actually, the truth is that so far it has been more managable than I had expected. It's time consuming, but the work itself is generally a pleasure. There have been times when I've had to hand her to Warren because I needed some down time, but not too often. So far so good.