Another brilliant evening with Molli. Trine was with me for the 7pm tonight and we decided to let her try to feed Molli. Molli had fed off her a little earlier, but had been too tired to feed off her at a later mealtime. Well, Molli was in fine fettle tonight. She latched on to Trine and ate and ate and ate until—urp!—too much! She actually ate more than she could handle!
I can’t even begin to communicate what an enormous development this is!
Once she’d digested a little more, Trine handed her off to me. I sat with her for a while, then got antsy—it was a very uncomfortable chair tonight. So I stood up with Molli propped up on my shoulder like any normal burping newborn (minus the burps—this was a good half hour after her meal) and began pacing around the room. And suddenly my evil imp got the best of me: I snuck out into the hall! Then I got scared and stepped gingerly back into the room before any of the nurses or midwives could bust me. But the landmark had been reached: Molli had made her first trip out of Room 3 since the hour of her birth!
I was personally elated but couldn’t see Molli’s expression. I asked Trine how she looked.
“Unconscious,” she said.
Sic transit gloria libertas…
