After The First Month Things Get Better
The baby is two weeks old today.
His sleeping schedule is his own. He has yet to schedule the time with me, so it’s an hour to hour, minute to minute, occurrence.
He is healthy. He is already above his birth weight and has no issues eating, pooping, peeing. He has a health cry and scream that come to life every time I have tried to hold him or be with him when he has been awake.
He has no problems letting me know when he is not happy. The cause of being not happy can be anything from being hungry; to needing a diaper change; to needing human touch; to wanting a bounce; to wanting a walk; to wanting to hear someone talk; to all things at once; to just upset because I am holding him (I can only suspect me holding him upsets him because every time I hand him over to his mom he goes quiet after a few bounces and a few words).
His umbilical cord is falling off like a multi-stage rocket. With the separation of each piece of umbilical cord from his belly button, we hope to finally see the bottom of the belly button for we long to see his belly button instead of the snot looking umbilical cord remnants.
It’s a learning experience.
It’s a test of will and sanity. Everyone I talk with who are parents say to me that after the first month things begin to get better. I believe these people because they now talk of their young children with smiles and not yawns and blank stares of insanity.