We’re home now, after undesirable stress escaping from the hospital.
I find his wailing cute, even adorable.
The most terrible thing we can do to him is make him naked.
When he’s cranky and hungry, and he hears Kevin’s voice, he opens his mouth for food. (Kevin has given him most of his bottles). I think that’s adorable, too.
Pumping milk and writing about him makes me sleepy. Or perhaps that’s the vicodin and ibuprofen.
I wish I would stop waking up in tears, from unpleasant half-remembered dreams. Nathan thinks I should try sleeping actually next to the baby, to see if that helps.Â We’ve moved the bassinet-playyard upstairs right next to the bed for now, until he’s a little bigger and we all have a bit more of a schedule.