Faith is three days old and mother and daughter are doing great. Heather is healing rapidly, faster than with any of her other births. Faith is a champion nurser. Eating, sleeping, and looking adorable are her primary activities, but she also likes to look around and has quite decent head control for a three-day-old.
A nurse came to visit (part of the package with the Midwife Center) and seemed happy with everything. She did a heel stick on Faith for the PKU and other testing, and as soon as she did, Jonathan and Noah jumped and stood by their sister like knights—they weren't allowed to fight off the nurse, however. The main problem was not the heel stick itself, but trying to get enough blood for the tests required a lot of heel manipulation and squeezing, and Faith's cry was clearly more from anger than from pain.
Dad-o had to fly back to Phoenix, but Grammy and Papa popped in from New Hampshire, thrilling the two boys and soaking up as much "holding time" with Faith as possible given that their visit was actually shorter than the driving time.
Church people have been generous with meals and if they keep up this rate and quantity very long, Heather and Jon will have meals for six months. :)
Sunday night was a difficult one, but last night went better. We're all a bit sleep-deprived, but it's not entirely Faith's fault. I, for example, went to bed early tonight then stayed up to write this post.
