Zoe at two weeks old / her first bath, a nightmare for me.

She was one day old in this photo. I'll have more current photos soon. Her umbilical cord fell off on Sunday morning at 1am, she was 12 days old. I gave her a bath, her first bath on Monday night. I thought it would be a good idea to take a bath with her. I filled the tub with warm water and mom (her Grandma) handed her to me. Five minutes in - I heard Zoe fart, I thought. No, it was a lot worse - she took a big shit in the bath. I was horrified! Mom thought it was hilarious but I was not happy, at all. Ewww, ewww, ewww!!! That won't be happening again. It's all about the baby tub from now on. Lesson learned.

She has more hair now and my roommate says she's bigger. The nurse comes on Wednesday am to see if she weights more, hopefully she's gained more weight. We get the paternity test back on Thursday. I thought it was 4-7 business days from when I mailed it off, but no, I got an email on May 1st saying the results wouldn't be in until the 10th. I had a nightmare on Sunday night that the results came back that David wasn't the dad. I'm still confident he is. So is my godmother, Dorothy. She had a dream before Zoe was born that Zoe couldn't breathe. Freaky! I spoke with her today and I said, "Be honest, who do you think the dad is?" She said, "The architect." See, so it must be.

Zoe loves to suck on her hands. They say not to introduce bottles this young, because of nipple confusion. Her thumb is causing nipple confusion. Oh lord, this is what my life has become, I'm blogging about nipple confusion. How sad. Zoe says, "Wahhhha" - that means hello. Can I blame this post on very little sleep?