I can't believe you're over two weeks old! (Happy two week birthday yesterday, buddy!)
You've been home now for 12 whole days, and it feels like you've been here forever! You belong here, and you're at home here.
It's been an interesting, fun and -sometimes- messy journey now that you're home. And we're learning a lot about eachother. And you've had quite a few milestones!
- You can finally wear the cute non-hospital clothes we have for you!
- You've sufficiently scared the dogs so that they have to huddle together for comfort
- And you've sufficiently piqued their interest...I'd say we're on the road to you guys being fast friends (you'll definitely be friends once you start feeding them crumbs!)
- You've earned your reputation as a "Master Blaster" and a "Sneaky Pee-er," having peed on (in no particular order), me, the wall, the dresser, the clean dishes (don't ask about that one...it was Three Stooges moment on my, your Mom's and your Nanneh's part). And you've blasted on a very white, very clean photography set!
- You get to spend tons of time loving on your Nanneh, since she's staying with us and helping us stay sane! And you get to see Baba and Mimi and Pops when they visit often too!
- You've had your first bath which started out pretty well, but then seemingly took a turn for the worse (did you not like bath time?)
- You've grown so much! And gained weight! When you left the hospital your weight was on the rebound, but you still weren't back up to your birth weight. At a Doctor's appointment last Wednesday, you had already surpassed your birthweight and clocked in at 7 lbs, 11 ounces! (The doctor said that this kind of weight gain is almost unheard of! She was very proud of you!) And you're 21 inches tall!
- And we got to examine your cute cute cute feet in great detail.
- And, on top of it all, the best news is what you've lost! As of Friday night, the scab on the back of your head (from where your noggin was pushing up against your Momma's pelvis), and your Plastibell (the ring around your circumcision) both fell off! Now all we're waiting for is for the Umbilical Cord stump to say bye bye!
Even yesterday, after about 20 minutes of trying, I got you in this super cute outfit and you immediately threw up all over it. Did I care? No way! C'est la vie when you're a baby! I've never been so appreciative to be thrown up on, peed on, pooped on, kept awake and scratched with teeny tiny nails. No matter these little hiccups (it is , by the way, very cute when you hiccup!), we couldn't love you any more! Last night you fell asleep on my chest, cooing. It melted my heart (not literally, of course).
Nothing sums it up better than the first night that we got home. We were sleep deprived, groggy, I had some sort of bed bug bites all over my body from the hospital cots, your Mom was sore all over. We had just started to doze off in bed and I hear your Mom gently crying.
I turn on the light and lean over to ask her what's wrong.
"Nothing," she says. "I just love him so much!"
And that's the long and short of it, buddy! There's no amount of late nights, poop, pee or the like that will take that feeling away.
Welcome home.