Crazy, eh? Like something from a horror film or agitprop against nuclear weapons... That's our Molly. A supermodel, a star, a trouper.
She's away tonight into the big cot - out of the moses basket. AND it's the first time she's gone to bed before us... She's through in the bedroom now, sleeping, and we're in the sitting room, and it feels a bit odd.
The health visitor paid her last scheduled visit for a while today, and Molly weighed in at 8lb 8oz! That's two pounds she's put on in five and a half weeks. Not bad, eh? Mind you, she's breastfeeding 18 hours a day.
And the last three nights I've given her expressed milk from a bottle. Each night it's gotten easier, and tonight was a breeze - as if she's got the idea now, that getting fed by her Dad is a different though comparable experience.
PS Herself's going apeshit about this photo. That's a mother for you...