It is very true that it seems like you never get anything done while you're trying to care for a newborn. In the past 3 days, I have only accomplished two loads of laundry, one trip to the grocery store, one foray out to Pancho's Place for trivia night, a visit to my old office to show off the baby and two showers while Charlotte whimpered outside the bathroom. I did also take care of the dogs and keep the house relatively cleaned up, but I have only accomplished most of my "chores" while Corey is home in the evening hogging the baby.
Charlie has slept about five to five and a half hours at a clip almost every night since the doctor okayed us to let her sleep as long as she wanted (until Charlie regained her birth weight, we were instructed to wake her up every few hours for feedings). As a result, I am really feeling pretty darn good and not like a sleep-deprived zombie. I have taken a few naps while the baby sleeps, but not because I would have died without them.
We're getting better and better at the breastfeeding thing, but we're still supplementing with expressed breast milk and a little bit of formula. I count my lucky stars that Charlie seems to be able to switch between a bottle, the breast, formula, breast milk, and a mixture of formula and breast milk without blinking an eye. Maybe she takes after Corey -- I am certainly a MUCH pickier eater than he is. I don't have a formal cannon of "Food Rules" like my dear sister, but if any potatoes, legumes, squash, or other nasty things come near my plate I'm not a happy camper.
Time to go feed little Charlotte. She is one hungry little booger!