Well, the little guy is over two months old now, so I figure it’s high time I get back on the blogging wagon and announce his birth. It may not be with quite this much fanfare…
But, regardless of the fanfare or total lack thereof, let it be known to all who read this that we are pretty thrilled with Little Man. He was born on March 3 at 6:07 am. This was notably twelve days after his due date, and 36 hours after they began my induction. But that’s a story for another time. He was 21 ¾ inches long, and weighed in at 7 lbs, 13 oz – making him our biggest baby.
As the kids like to say, Little Man had been swimming in his own poop (AKA meconium) for quite some time. But, the doctors and nurses sucked out his lungs and cleaned him up and he doesn’t even stink! J He’s blessed with lots of light brown hair and early observations lead us to believe his eyes will stay blue. Which means that, out of five children, I will have shared my green eyes (I confess to having a “thing” for green eyes) with exactly none of my children. And that makes me want to try for another. But then again… maybe not.
He also has a killer personality. He’s been smiling at us for weeks, and he giggled for
the first time two and a half weeks ago, though I confess that I have not been able to duplicate it since. He’s a cooing machine, helped along by his *slightly* adoring fans (read, “siblings”), who have been told by Mommy that responding to his sounds with similar sounds will help him learn to talk. If Little Man coos when all the kids are home, he often hears three or four people cooing right back at him.
I confess to being a little spoiled after the delivery. Ray took two weeks of paternity leave – one of which I spent in the hospital, but the second during which he handled all the running and heavy lifting. Then, it was back to work for one VERY LONG week before we left for spring break. Yes, we went on spring break with a two week old baby. And it was the best thing I’ve ever done.But, I’ll have to write more on that later.
From about week two until week five, we had a bit of a rough patch. Little Man slept well at night (he pulled a few seven hour stints after just a few weeks) but getting him there was next to impossible. He spent the evening, from about six to eleven thirty or midnight, fussing and acting generally uncomfortable. A perceptive friend suggested that he might be allergic to dairy. When I eliminated it from my diet, the fussy nights ended and he’s been quite lovely (for the most part, at least!) since.
This Little Man, with his coos and his smiles and his blue-not-green eyes, has already brought so much joy to our home. Though his impending arrival initially came as a bit of a shock, heralded with fear and trepidation, his presence in our lives proves that…
God doesn’t make mistakes
Every child is a blessing.