My daughter is now at home, and the baby is thriving.
Actually, to begin with, it wasn't so good.
For obvious reasons, he's a 'hungry baby' and she was simply not able to physically keep up with his appetite.
Which gives lie to the fallacy that a big busty wench will have no problem providing for her bubba... My daughter is what you could term 'well endowed' but it simply didn't all come together for the baby.
She began to get ultra tired, and a little distressed, and the baby was fretful and slept fitfully, because he was so hungry.
Fortunately, it seems my daughter was surrounded by great and sympathetic midwives, who all told her the same thing:
Give it up and get him on a bottle.
This made her feel a little 'inadequate' (and any mums will recognise that feeling. That somehow, if we can't feed our own baby, we've failed). Fortunately, once she saw the sense of it (and spoke to me, whereupon I gave her my full and unconditional support) she felt a bit better.
That same night, the midwives told her to get a good night's sleep, and that THEY would deal with the baby during the night, when they started him on formula milk.
The upshot is that he's sleeping really well now, is content, and more importantly, his mum is relaxed, calm and serene.
He was, incidentally, the heaviest baby ever to be born in the hospital, and everyone and his wife came up to see him. Doctors from other departments, nurses, the cleaners....!
And could I just point out to everyone, apparently, I am NOT a Grandma.....
I am a Glam-Ma!
(That's more like it!!)
I'm going to see them all, soon, and am really looking forward to it!