OMG she slept through from 11 pm to 7 am.
That is far too long between feeds and a pee!
She just ate double portions with gusto after I woke her up, but will set an alarm tonight, not comfortable with her starving all night.
She wieght 225g yesterday, so that is 45g gained in 4 days. It's going up, which is better than down. She seems stronger, more stable on her feet. Ears still in silly flaps down position, eyes now seriously open and alert when she is awake. No signs of any gunk in the eyes, tummy always stuffed and round,but soft, claws small and very sharp, nose wet, botty farty.
I can't wait for her to hit six weeks so I can relax and stop worrying she'll just fade away on unexpectedly. Seems like everybody we know feels the need to phone me up or drop by and make gloomy pronouncements about her chances of survival. I know they just want to stop me being overly optimistic in case the worst happens, but en mass it is like there is a big black cloud of gloom hangng over her every breath.
It's too late to hold back for the sake of avoiding upset if she dies anyway. She wriggled inside my heart by the end of the first feed. How was I supposed to stay unattached to a tiny crying little thing with a huge personality and strong opinions on everything ?
Anyway. Monday she will offically be three weeks and that is much better than two weeks. So far so good.
That's tommorow isn't it? Have lost track of days, is today sat. or sun.? Will go check calender.