|group tummy time!|
***********One of my babies is sleeping next to me right now. So's his daddy. Lucky boys. Poor Dash just projectile vomited all over me for the first time - down my arm, all over my chest, pooling on the floor. He finally settled down afterward, and fell into quite a slumber. Confession: he's sleeping on his tummy. He really, really prefers it, and sleeps SO much better. He doesn't sleep on his tummy during the night, but we are cosleeping for the moment. Call the sleeping police, I guess.
(Ugh. Just found vomit down my cleavage. Awesome!)
***********Dash had his first little cold this weekend. Talk about nervewracking. 6 weeks old, and a premature at that - too young for my comfort for sniffling and sneezing. I took him to the pediatrician (who assured me that it wasn't crazy to take a baby in for sniffles) who said that if he got a fever, we would need to head to Children's Hospital. Luckily, all was fine (but poor Dash didn't appreciate all the temperature taking...). And the good (unbelievable?) news is that he's gained 21 ounces in 8 days. Breastmilk for the win. Also - he's been wearing his 6 month old clothes today. And he's 6 weeks. But really only 1 week, adjusted. He would have been a record setter, weight-wise, had he gone to term. Ouch.
Speaking of being born, I finally got to see his birth pictures today. The really, really graphic ones that will never be shown to anyone who wasn't there to witness it for themselves. Except my mom, who promised she would cry, and really - why not. She was nice enough to never once ask to be let into the delivery room with either baby. Have at em, mom. But seriously though - seeing those pics. Leaves me speechless. Reminds me of the pain. Of the relief. It's incredible and amazing and awesome. But also, makes me feel a bit squirmy knowing just how intimate of an experience I shared with my husband, sister and best friend. Being on the other side, you're not really aware of what the whole thing is like for everyone else in the room. Now I am. Makes me squirmy.
And proud. Because heck. Rockstar moment - pushing a baby out in 7 minutes. Not too humble to not grab that moment and hold it high on list of accomplishments. But it should not be left unstated that any way a baby exits a woman's body should be her rockstar moment, to hold high on life's Major Proud Accomplishments list.
Of course, my first Major Proud Accomplishment in life is my firstborn. She's such a funny nut lately.Two years old (how did we get here already??) and an exhausting, thrilling handful. Even if we didn't have a newborn right now, we'd be exhausted just keeping up with her. She talks from the time she wakes up to the time she (reluctantly) goes to bed. Her favorite things to talk about? Puppies, Babies, Pooping (in both the puppy and baby context) and New Puppy, who is a category all of his own.
|she got into this situation all by herself...|
We're really happy right now. I might be overstating it, because after all, I do have a sleeping baby on my chest (you may recall that earlier in this post, said baby was sleeping next to me. That's because this measly post took two days to write. Yeah.), but we're in a good place. I think happiness is right around the corner from gratitude, and it is so easy to look around lately and count our many blessings. Most importantly, we have the four of us, and really could never want a whole lot more than that. Although if I'm being honest, sleep would be nice.