Well, we've made it through 8 weeks of diaper changes, breast feeding, extra laundry, kitchen sink baths, unexplained fussing and mastering the swaddle all for little Eli. Everyone said our lives would change when he arrived and boooy were they right! Each day is a new challenge, different from the one before, which is both exciting and frustrating at the same time. It's amazing how I can stay home all day, yet feel like I'm unable to get anything done (unless soothing a fussy baby counts). I'm building arm muscles I never knew I had (it's amazing how heavy a baby and car seat are) and getting very good at doing things with one hand. I also have a whole new respect for the female body - I'm amazed at how it can create and sustain a life on it's own. I have to say, however, that my favorite thing about the past 8 weeks is watching my little boy grow. He now weighs 11 lbs 9 oz is 23 inches long! According to his pediatrician at his appointment yesterday "he's doing great," but unfortunately had to receive a cocktail of routine vaccinations (3 shots and one oral). I cried. Seeing him in that kind of pain was heartbreaking, but just minutes later, after a quick nursing, he was smiling and laughing again. Babies are truly resilient. We're trying to enjoy each little moment with the little guy, as time seems to be flying by...
"Check out my neck rolls!"
