We have been blessed with a happy, sweet, content baby. Ninety-nine percent of the time. (The remaining 1 percent is deducted for regular baby-type crying and wacky scheduling matters that drive Mommy and Daddy crazy.) What a relief. We’re nearly two months in now and I still marvel at this beautiful boy. Even at times like this one, when I am super exhausted and just spent many, many hours trying to coax myself to sleep…
He gets some awesome lift there at the last second but unfortunately it’s on the wrong end.
I have gotten the boy into the car and out of the house a couple of times these past few days, first when my sister visited (he slept through our lunch at Chili’s and then let us cart him around the Dollar Tree and Burlington Coat Factory — what a sport!) and again Saturday and today as I let Ray sleep in and I went around town, visiting friends and reacquainting myself with the world…
Poor newborns. As soon as they come out, their skin totally goes to shit. Holden’s got a case of pizzaface and his skin has been peeling all over. Plus he’s got a goopy eye thanks to a tear duct that doesn’t want to drain (despite my massaging it and, yes, giving it a squirt or two of breastmilk). All that is perfectly normal newborn stuff but it’s still pretty weird to watch, and just to…
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