No log entries for the past few days because things have been incredibly busy and hectic. We're trying to make a code freeze at work and critical bugs keep landing in my mailbox. I've spent a couple of nights working until 1 or 2 am to get them fixed, on one occasion with help from Charles, a co-worker who stuck it out with me until the wee hours by IM.
I've been feeling badly about the amount of time I've been spending on work at night instead of spending with Samantha, but I suppose that's part of the price one pays for working at a company that's still struggling to prosper. Fortuntely the ship date is almost here and then things should become sane again, at least for a while. Working at home one day a week after I go back to the office full time will help a lot too, and keep Amy from having five days a week with Samantha and no help from me during the days. I'll carry a full workload, of course, but at least I'll be here to feed Sam or change Sam or just give Amy a half hour break if she needs some time to herself.
We did at least get all the thank-you cards sent out today.
Having Carolyn here has been a god-send. She's been helpful beyond my ability to describe, helping to look after Samantha when I've had to work late at night, going for walks with Amy and Ella and Samantha, and even taking her for a couple of full nights so that Amy and I could get some sleep.
It's funny -- you'd think that with someone else watching over the baby I'd be able to get an uninterrupted night's sleep, but it doesn't work that way. When she's not here keeping me awake with all her sighs and grunts and squeaks and gurgles, then I lay awake and worry because I *don't* hear all her sighs and grunts and squeaks and gurgles. When you're a new father you just can't win, I guess.
Last night at around 4:30 am Ella showed up in our bedroom again needing to go outside (She's taken to sleeping on the guest bed with Carolyn the rest of the time -- Carolyn who says she's not a dog person, but who has clearly won Ella's undying affection). Since I'd been sleeping fitfully, when sleeping at all, up to then, I decided to just give up and pour myself a strong drink before going back to bed. It seemed to have helped, since I got to sleep from 5 am to 9 am without waking up. Four hours of uninterrupted sleep is such an incredible luxury these days!
We took Samantha to services tonight, in preparation as it were for her baby naming next week. She slept through the first half of the service despite the considerable noise and hullaballoo involved, and then was quietly alert for most of the rest. Only toward the end did she start to cry, mostly because she was hungry. She downed a full four ounces in about 30 minutes, which is twice what she usually eats in one sitting. (Services themselves were interesting; bigger and more "produced" than when we last attended regularly -- more musicians, musical instruments handed out to the congregation, etc. I have to admit that I missed the quieter, more intimate service of days gone by, when it was held in the atrium rather than the sanctuary.)
Several of the people sitting around us at shul commented on what a beautiful baby she is, especially the women.
Sam has been rather cranky the past two days, and has been eating like a horse. I wonder if these two things are related? She's been eating almost constantly during the afternoon and evening. I suspect she's going through a growth spurt of some kind -- maybe the one they say happens at 2 weeks (her due date was about 2 weeks ago) or the one they say happens at six weeks (she was born about six weeks ago). She's got to be nearing nine pounds now; every day she seems a bit heavier to carry around. But eating a lot at night seems to help her sleep for longer periods at once, which at this point is a Very Good Thing indeed.
I also noticed this evening that Sam's face has changed again. The day before yesterday it seemed to me that she had these fat little chipmunk cheeks, but tonight while she lay sleeping in my arms on the sofa I noticed that her face looked leaner, or more in proportion. I think her head has gotten larger, and has caught up to her cheeks. She's also starting to bear a strong resemblance to her mom, even at just a few weeks of age.
She's sleeping peacefully in her cradle right now, after eating even more when we got home, through the dinner hour -- we ate in shifts again so I could watch Samantha while Amy had dinner and vice versa -- and into the later hours. I'm going to take advantage of her quiescence to get some sleep myself. More tomorrow.
I've been feeling badly about the amount of time I've been spending on work at night instead of spending with Samantha, but I suppose that's part of the price one pays for working at a company that's still struggling to prosper. Fortuntely the ship date is almost here and then things should become sane again, at least for a while. Working at home one day a week after I go back to the office full time will help a lot too, and keep Amy from having five days a week with Samantha and no help from me during the days. I'll carry a full workload, of course, but at least I'll be here to feed Sam or change Sam or just give Amy a half hour break if she needs some time to herself.
We did at least get all the thank-you cards sent out today.
Having Carolyn here has been a god-send. She's been helpful beyond my ability to describe, helping to look after Samantha when I've had to work late at night, going for walks with Amy and Ella and Samantha, and even taking her for a couple of full nights so that Amy and I could get some sleep.
It's funny -- you'd think that with someone else watching over the baby I'd be able to get an uninterrupted night's sleep, but it doesn't work that way. When she's not here keeping me awake with all her sighs and grunts and squeaks and gurgles, then I lay awake and worry because I *don't* hear all her sighs and grunts and squeaks and gurgles. When you're a new father you just can't win, I guess.
Last night at around 4:30 am Ella showed up in our bedroom again needing to go outside (She's taken to sleeping on the guest bed with Carolyn the rest of the time -- Carolyn who says she's not a dog person, but who has clearly won Ella's undying affection). Since I'd been sleeping fitfully, when sleeping at all, up to then, I decided to just give up and pour myself a strong drink before going back to bed. It seemed to have helped, since I got to sleep from 5 am to 9 am without waking up. Four hours of uninterrupted sleep is such an incredible luxury these days!
We took Samantha to services tonight, in preparation as it were for her baby naming next week. She slept through the first half of the service despite the considerable noise and hullaballoo involved, and then was quietly alert for most of the rest. Only toward the end did she start to cry, mostly because she was hungry. She downed a full four ounces in about 30 minutes, which is twice what she usually eats in one sitting. (Services themselves were interesting; bigger and more "produced" than when we last attended regularly -- more musicians, musical instruments handed out to the congregation, etc. I have to admit that I missed the quieter, more intimate service of days gone by, when it was held in the atrium rather than the sanctuary.)
Several of the people sitting around us at shul commented on what a beautiful baby she is, especially the women.
Sam has been rather cranky the past two days, and has been eating like a horse. I wonder if these two things are related? She's been eating almost constantly during the afternoon and evening. I suspect she's going through a growth spurt of some kind -- maybe the one they say happens at 2 weeks (her due date was about 2 weeks ago) or the one they say happens at six weeks (she was born about six weeks ago). She's got to be nearing nine pounds now; every day she seems a bit heavier to carry around. But eating a lot at night seems to help her sleep for longer periods at once, which at this point is a Very Good Thing indeed.
I also noticed this evening that Sam's face has changed again. The day before yesterday it seemed to me that she had these fat little chipmunk cheeks, but tonight while she lay sleeping in my arms on the sofa I noticed that her face looked leaner, or more in proportion. I think her head has gotten larger, and has caught up to her cheeks. She's also starting to bear a strong resemblance to her mom, even at just a few weeks of age.
She's sleeping peacefully in her cradle right now, after eating even more when we got home, through the dinner hour -- we ate in shifts again so I could watch Samantha while Amy had dinner and vice versa -- and into the later hours. I'm going to take advantage of her quiescence to get some sleep myself. More tomorrow.
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