We took him to the pediatrician today for another weigh-in. Since Thursday, he has gained an average of over an ounce a day, putting him on track to be back to his birth weight by next week (or in the normal range). I hope that will be the last time we have to take him to the doctor for a while; it's a challenge to work around his feeding schedule, and it disrupted his usual daytime sleeping pattern. We saw a different pediatrician this time, who had an ice-cream design on his tie. He checked Kung Fu Panda out and told us everything looks good. We should continue what we're doing and come back in a week for another weigh-in.
The strange dreams continue. Last night they were particularly disturbing, with just about every mother's nightmare surfacing. So dark I don't even want to talk about them. I'm told this is normal, but I'm hoping that these dreadful dreams subside as we grow in confidence with our baby care skills.