Somewhere in the night, he made the expected switch from feeding every 3 or 4 hours, to feeding every 2 hours. When he's not feeding, he's pooping, being changed, pooping while being changed, or - and I need to stress that this exact situation has already happened twice - peeing straight into the air in the middle of his second change in a row, necessary because he pooped while we were sealing up the clean diaper originally meant to replace his dirty one.
Between the frequent feedings and the diaper distresses, there's really only time for sleeping or crying. We're eagerly awaiting the magical moment when he manages to be awake, alert, and not screaming his lungs out. I've got - ahem, he's got - all these toys he's going to love to play with.
We saw the pediatrician today. Apparently Mom's milk is packed with megavitamins, or something, because in the 2 days - 48 hours - since we left the hospital, he gained 6 oz. "Unheard of", he says.
