Every day, I can’t believe Sprogzilla could get any cuter. But he does. Here he is at six weeks old pouting for the camera after his evening bath, a routine we began from his very first week.
Diary notes from this time last year….
Sprogzilla and I had our six week checkup with the doctor. Everything went well and we were officially over the post-partum and newborn stages. My mind had finally adjusted to being a mum.
The health visitor had us fill out a depression questionnaire and we both scored as moderately depressed. Sprogdaddy had not been back to work since Sprogzilla’s birth and the doctor agreed to extend his sickness absence with a gradual return to work in the next few weeks.
Sprogzilla’s tummy had settled down after his formula reaction three weeks earlier and the paediatric registrar was happy to discharge him. He continued to “sleep through” and even went for a whopping seven hours one night.
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