Wednesday was a grand day out, not only because we took Ellie several places, but because she got to interact with other small humans – sort of.
On the advice of parent-friends, we’ve joined PEPS (Program for Early Parent Support), a Seattle-area organization that puts new parents in touch with each other. It gives people a chance to make new friends (and for children to make new friends, even if they’re newborns), and just be around others who are in the same boat.
Our first actual PEPS group meeting isn’t until next Monday, but we attended something of an orientation meeting, where we met about 10 other parents (all moms, except for one other dad) and got an idea of what the meetings are like. And what Kim and I came away with was… wow, do we have it good right now. Each person introduced themselves and their child, then shared a bit about high points and low points so far. The kids ranged in age from 3 weeks to 6 weeks, and most of the other parents were dealing with hours of evening crying spells and other issues.
To give you an idea of our perspective, our little girl (who was fed shortly before we left the house) slept through the entire thing. One and a half hours of people talking, babies getting fussy and crying a little… didn’t matter. She stayed in her car seat and zonked out the whole time.
I realize that this could be fleeting, and I knock on wood every time I mention it, but right now Ellie is pretty good about sleeping. She is starting to become more aware and alert, so she’s not sleeping as much during the day, but she’s not making a huge fuss either. I suppose our blunt end of the karma stick is that although we have a happy contented baby, breastfeeding is still a challenge. However, she is getting breast milk (which Kim is pumping; Ellie just doesn’t have much success latching), supplemented by formula, and she’s growing into a little pudge.
From the PEPS meeting we headed to Fremont for coffee (Caffé Ladro, which was most convenient for where we found parking), some lunch, and a visit to my office to say hi and pick up mail. We arrived home tuckered.