We can't believe 10 days has passed so quickly since Florence popped into our lives. She is being a model baby and has slipped pretty much into our fascist feeding and sleeping routine so that she is waking once a night for a feed. She nods off pretty much whenever she feels like it in the day despite our best efforts to keep her awake - pinching, sticking pins in her, hosing her down, playing really loud, really bad 70s rock etc - but by bedtime at 6.30pm she's unconscious until we wake her at 10.30pm for a bottle and then she wakes us at about 3 for another. Then she's out again until 7am. I'm relieved to be sleeping better than I did when I was pregnant now that my nocturnal bathroom visits have ceased and I can sleep comfortably on my tummy once more. Oooh and gin. It's lovely that gin. Bottle feeding rocks - for me and her, although Rob is slowly trying to introduce me to solids. We have had lots of visitors, lots of champagne and Florence has been baby sat for already as we went out to a 40th on Friday night. Scarlett is being a really sweet big sister (despite being a a bit of a stroppy sod to us) , soothing her when she cries, helping with feeds and giving big kisses and cuddles at sleep times. She's also sharing all her toys with Flo and eats all her meals sitting next to her. We're off to the shops now to show Florence off to all the Italian ladies at our local grocer who were also convinced we were having a boy.
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