4 Weeks Old
It doesn't seem possible, but as of today, Josephine is four weeks old! The time has passed in a blur, but even so there are little changes that we've noticed: she is sleeping longer at a stretch, and seems to be nursing more efficiently. (Either that, or she's just in between growth spurts at the moment.) When she was born she weighed 8 lbs., at her 2 week check-up she was nearly 8.5, and now I suspect she's somewhere close to 10. She has lost her bandy newborn look and gotten softer and rounder, and her cheeks are starting to get that fullness that I associate with breastfed babies. Her range of noises has expanded to include grunts, coos, and the occasional enraged bellow (when she doesn't have access to nourishment at the moment she wants it. . .) Her facial expressions, too, are getting more varied. When she sleeps she seems to be practicing different emotions with all the exaggerated enthusiasm of a community theater actor: Surprise (milky mouth in an "oh", eyebrows raised halfway to her downy hairline), Suspicion (brows drawn down, mouth flat) and Happiness (this most often when she has fallen asleep post-nursing, stretched out across my lap with her mouth and nose still nuzzled against my chest). When she is especially frantic to eat she latches on with a comically furtive look that I long to catch on video, and once she starts the milk flowing her face morphs into a beatific mien that reminds me of Bill Cosby's zany smile in a childhood's worth of Pudding Pop commercials.
She really is amazing.