We've settled into a routine where every time I'm done feeding, Mom sets an alarm to go off in three hours for the next feed but I wake up in two. Each meal takes an hour. Round the clock.
Mom and Dad look kind of zombified most of the time. Dunno why.
My umbilical cord stump is starting to look like its hold on me is getting tenuous. Dad thinks it'll fall off today. Mom won't let him start a pool on it because of the conflict of interest.