Lindsay is the chill baby. Unlike most newborns, she doesn't care if she's naked, has wet feet, or alcohol rubbed on her belly. Although that list sounds suspiciously like an ad for Girls Gone Wild! Spring Break Edition, that happens to be what Dr Queen of Sheba, the pediatrician, recommended for waking her for feedings. After a few hours of trying to diligently wake her every 2 hours to eat, we paged Doc Q of S to tell her this wasn't working, and in fact, Lindsay was sleeping more soundly than before and seemed a bit lethargic. Since HP Pediatrics doesn't do evening weekend hours, the Queen told us to take the baby to the emergency room. So, Alec took off with the sleeping baby under his arm, and I feigned "the evening routine while Daddy is out of town" with Lauren.
Lindsay is fine, of course. Not only is she fine, she gained 3 ounces since Friday. I took her in this morning to see Dr Queen of Sheba. When she saw my tired face, she apologetically started in her exotic accent "there are several serious illnesses which present in the first week with symptoms of lethargy and I felt it was most prudent to have your baby seen immediately". I knew that she and Alec had talked after he left the ER, and she said she'd called to follow up with the lab about the results for Lindsay's urine and blood cultures which were apparently still not back (further supporting Alec's decision NOT to hang out at St Peter's and wait for them). She spent the rest of the exam assuring me that everything looked good and that we should schedule the next weight check on Wednesday. She also admitted that her babies wouldn't take to nursing either, and that our reasoning of quantifying how much Lindsay eats made sense.
Chill baby is now in a diaper in the Neglectomatic (baby swing) having eaten about 6 ounces of milk (the Mommy variety) this afternoon.