Life changes, overnight.
My little booger is one month old today. Coincidentally , it is also Cinco De Mayo and my good friend Steve's birthday. It is also 3 days past my original due date, which is scary as hell. I can't even imagine having to wait that long, or even still being pregnant!
We're still adjusting to life. Brian tries his hardest but we're still sleeping in separate places at times. The noise of the baby in the middle of the night is rough on him. Between the physical separation of sleep and the physical separation after a baby, our marriage seems a little unsteady. Not bad, just distant.
We went out to dinner on Saturday night while the little one was at Grandma and Grandpa's house. After a 2 hour dinner, we didn't know what to do with ourselves. It was a strange feeling. I wasn't upset leaving him alone, I loved having some adult time.
Davin is amazing. He is already trying to hold his head up on his own, and gets it up for little stretches at a time. He smiles at random things and is starting to coo when he is happy. He always has to be holding his binkie or the bottle when they are in his mouth, I have a feeling he's going to be a bit of a control freak.
At one month old he's gained over a pound and grown more than an inch. Someday soon, he'll be able to wear regular newborn clothes!
Life is chaotic but in the end, it's all worth it.
We're still adjusting to life. Brian tries his hardest but we're still sleeping in separate places at times. The noise of the baby in the middle of the night is rough on him. Between the physical separation of sleep and the physical separation after a baby, our marriage seems a little unsteady. Not bad, just distant.
We went out to dinner on Saturday night while the little one was at Grandma and Grandpa's house. After a 2 hour dinner, we didn't know what to do with ourselves. It was a strange feeling. I wasn't upset leaving him alone, I loved having some adult time.
Davin is amazing. He is already trying to hold his head up on his own, and gets it up for little stretches at a time. He smiles at random things and is starting to coo when he is happy. He always has to be holding his binkie or the bottle when they are in his mouth, I have a feeling he's going to be a bit of a control freak.
At one month old he's gained over a pound and grown more than an inch. Someday soon, he'll be able to wear regular newborn clothes!
Life is chaotic but in the end, it's all worth it.
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