Typical of any new mother, if you asked about our little beans, we would have a lot to tell you. They still seem to be doing well, and we are doing the best that we can. I thought we had the alarm set for three hours after the last night feeding, and woke two hours beyond that, with concern and panic. Don"t know what happened to alarm. Maybe we slept through beanie meows AND the alarm. I don't know. Any of you remember that panic the first time your baby sleeps through the night? Not fun.
We ran to their box, and checked. Seemed fine. Before our coffee, we promptly got the formula prepared and sat down to feed them. It was easy to put their needs before our desire (for rest and coffee at the same time), because of ..... I think a maternal instinct that God built in to us. All these maternal emotions are involved ( and I can say so, because I have experienced- maternal emotions), and we care so deeply.
We got the next feeding done, and new concerns were, "Are they pooping enough? What if my homemade formula is causing a problem?"
That concern went away when daughter said, "Mom, we really need to clean them up, and get them a new towel."
So then through my head runs the worry, "Is it diarrhea?"
I looked. It was not. It was perfect scattered poopies, to well please me (not that I know how to judge.) Sorry no pictures of that. haha
After the morning feeding, we wiped each down with a warm damp towel, where they looked like they needed it, and we washed the soiled towels and provided fresh. Cherish took a nap (or tried to finish her night's rest) and two hours later we fed them again, oh, and little baby's skull cap (dried placenta) kept drying and shrinking until it fell off, so we don't have to bath it off!
I finished coffee and Cherish had her coffee and bagel on the way to the vet's office. We bought two bottles and formula. This involved a 120 minute commute round trip, so when we came back, no time to waste, until we go through it all again.