Is it the kind of thing you need skill for? In Cheliax wizards would mostly hire someone for it. If it requires skill she should be advised in it, probably. Some Healing would be great.

She can do some Healing, and talk to her at the same time. It's not incredibly tricky or anything but some women find it harder to get the hang of, and she's known a lot of women who were nervous they weren't doing it properly. Some noblewomen do hire wet nurses but it's rare outside of noble families, though it's more common for women mages to hire someone to live in their house and do all the other baby care so they get more rest - if she lives in the Tower she should probably expect the hertasi to all know already and show up in droves to coo over the cute baby, and they're very helpful.

Dierne cries but is soothed by a breast. She doesn't seem to have too much difficulty figuring it out. 

Wizards need uninterrupted sleep to function at all but thankfully she doesn't need all that much of it. Probably she'll make do. "Thank you," she says, a bit belatedly. "Can I go now?"

"Yes, of course, if you're feeling up to it. One of us will swing by tomorrow and in a week, and of course feel free to send for someone if you feel unwell or are worried about the baby." 

Ma'ar, who's done his share of toting younger siblings before, offers to carry Dierne so Carissa just has to worry about herself walking. 

That seems likely to be helpful. 

She walks almost normally and keeps her expression almost neutral. She still has the bizarre urge to burst into tears but seems to be a bit more abreast of it. 

They make it back to the apartment. 

"Maybe we could put her down to sleep in the other bedroom," Ma'ar suggests, "and I can go to bed earlier and then get up early and watch her so you can sleep." He knows both about the need for uninterrupted sleep and the fact that she only needs two hours. "I guess I can't nurse her, but if you did right before she'd probably be all right, I think babies can go that long, and I remember all the things my mother used to do to soothe the little ones when they were crying at night." 

"I don't want you to - fall behind in school or anything - I wanted to have servants -"

"I guess we could ask and find out how to hire servants. The hertasi might do it for free but they can't feed her either. We haven't really needed money since the food is free here but you could sell magic items for it, right?" 

"I could, yeah. I'm not sure if Urtho will take it as an insult. Probably not." 

"I don't see why he would, you get to do more magic that way, I can't imagine he'd be mad at you wanting to have time for that instead of looking after her all the time."

He pets Dierne again. She's very soft and good. He can't remember if he ever noticed that about babies before. Maybe it didn't feel like a safe thing to pay too much attention to, when everything was very dangerous and so many of the babies would die anyway. 

"Lots of people think women ought to look after babies all the time and not do magic." Admittedly Urtho hasn't really shown any signs of being one. She wonders if he's gay.

"Well, that's dumb. Especially since you're the only trained wizard in the whole world." He pets his baby sister some more. "Aww, look, she has a bit of hair." 

Shortly later there's a knock on the door, which, when Ma'ar answers it, proves to be one of the hertasi, an elderly female, congratulating them on the new baby in their household and asking if they're up for visitors and receiving some gifts, because all the hertasi are very very excited but they don't want to intrude if his mother is sleeping. She's rubbing her hands together and looks so delighted. 

He asks her politely to wait, and goes back to the bedroom to ask Carissa. 

Carissa is mostly done with the stupid impulse to cry and can receive and be reasonably gracious to visitors.

The hertasi restrain themselves to half a dozen visitors at a time, and only a handful in the bedroom cooing at the baby. They want to give her BABY CLOTHES and BABY TOYS and cook her favourite food for her and sing songs to cheer her up after all the work of labor. They claim the Healers say a baby should be breastfed by its own mother for the first three days, but after that they can warm cow's milk in a special bottle and feed her if Carissa wants breaks to sleep. 

Cow's milk?...sure, she would appreciate that.

Well, they can't make milk for her, they're reptiles, but it's close enough, right? They show her a few different ways of swaddling Dierne, and bring over an assortment of cute knitted baby clothes that approximately fit her, and cloths to use as nappies, and they bring her tea and food, and then shoo Ma'ar off to bed at his usual bedtime. 

Dierne isn't too difficult a baby. She fusses but mostly just wants to be fed and snuggled. The hertasi stay all night and change her first dirty nappy so Carissa doesn't have to. 

Ma'ar sleeps in the other bedroom. He gets up and has breakfast while sitting snuggled up with Carissa and petting his sleeping baby sister, and then reluctantly disentangles himself and goes to class. 

Even when she was Asmodean her plan for having kids did not involve changing any of their nappies but - she chose this, once she got here, because she wanted something of Leareth's, and she is glad she has it. She can feed and snuggle the baby.

She can't get any work done because magic work isn't very amenable to random interruptions even if minor, but the baby is soft and warm and it's not like she'll ever have this chance again.

Urtho sends a nice note to her, on good stationery, giving more congratulations and saying that of course he understands she'll want to spend some time bonding with her new lovely daughter, but maybe in a month or two they can resume their meetings? He also sends a couple of baby presents, a magic rattle that lights up when shaken and a very very soft and fuzzy baby blanket with a permanent heat-spell in it that can be activated by a word. 

Awww. She replies claiming that she indeed wants to bond with her lovely new daughter, which seems like the polite way to say that she cannot get anything done because of her new daughter, and would look forward to resuming their meetings in a month or two, and that the presents are much appreciated (not by the baby, who mostly doesn't understand how to interact with objects yet, but will presumably learn eventually.)

Her lovely new daughter eats and sleeps and cries and makes messes and learns how to suck on her own fist. Even a few days in, she's still red and scrunched and it's hard to tell who she'll end up looking like as an older child. She has a fluff of downy black hair that often sticks up in random directions. Ma'ar likes to play with it, making it floof up into a spike in different directions.