Who knew that babies, ie Max, could spit up, poop and pee all at the same time and right after I sponged bathed him this morning? Yes, he was naked and I was at the business end of things. Not pretty, but pretty funny.
In a nut shell:
Wow, I’m tired.
I can finally put him down for a nap rather than hold him all day.
We call him Sonar Sam when he’s upset. I have never heard such high pitched wails. I’m not sure if humans are actually supposed to hear those wails. It’s like he’s calling to his brethren or searching for insects.
Breastfeeding is going well except for the sore factor.
Baby smell is a hypnotic used to keep you loving said infant at 5 in the morning after not sleeping since the night before and only for two hours.
Max is not a blob at all. His eyes really do hold the wisdom of the ages.
Co-sleeping because, really, is there any other choice.
I have never known fear in my life like I do for this kid. The whole “Is he breathing?” thing just starts the list.
Cats: Kiska could care less. Scrunchy is sad and depressed. Ollie just wants in on the action. Very glad we don’t have more cats. Never thought I’d say that. Oh and very glad Sparky said no to a puppy.
Going to sleep while I can. Here is a picture of Max after his first bath. His belly button thing fell off so I finally got to wash him.