This
is what I have been on for the past seven weeks. It's that time that your
pediatrician puts the fear of God in you about leaving the house for any length
of time because anywhere you go is a germ infested nightmare. Just when
you get the courage to venture (sneak) out on your own, you can hear the voice
of the pediatrician and you know at the next visit they will question you about
it. They will stare you in the eyes and say “Did you leave the house at
any point?” It’s not that you doubt your pediatrician, you just want to double
check their advice. What do you do?
The only logical thing of course, you Google it, find out if anyone else has left the house with a newborn and went
into public early on. You will get fifty-eight million different answers
from mom's on the Baby Center, most of which will ask you "what kind of
mom thinks about taking their newborn out that early?!" Since I have not
been able to leave the house much, it has given me plenty of time to learn
about my new guy. I would like to share with you what newborn lock down looks
like for us and for those of you that will soon be experiencing this.
1.)
He is constantly plotting
All
that projectile vomit it not an accident. He plans to avoid the burp
cloth and aim straight for my hair, face, the seventh outfit I have just
changed him into or down my shirt. Even though he can't laugh just yet, I
am pretty sure he is laughing on the inside as I panic to find anything in
sight that will clean up the vomit while trying to stop it from going anywhere
else. He possibly has his father's sense of humor.
2.)
He’s secretly an owl.
He
sleeps the entire day away, come 11pm to 3am he is wide away and extremely
happy about it.
3.)
He’s a little Houdini
The
entire time we were at the hospital this guy wiggled his way out of even the
most experienced nurses' swaddle. You put a blanket on him, he will be
sleeping and still kicking his way out of it. Its pure talent really, I
see it as a possible milestone.
4.)
He is an over-achiever
At
seven weeks this guy holds his head up for a long time and drinks six ounces
like it's nothing. Between the Houdini act and this, I'm pretty sure it
should be documented and noted on admission applications to college.
5.)
He has a mission
His
mission is to help me lose weight. I know this because every time I go to
sit down after heating up a meal, he starts to cry. It wouldn't be so bad
if the food wasn't sitting right in front of me and I could smell it the entire
time I am feeding him.
All
jokes aside, I am so blessed to be home and learning all these amazing and
funny things about my two guys. I find that my days are so much more
fulfilling and entertaining with a newborn and two cheerio smashing, Mickey
Mouse obsessed, on nap strike toddlers running around.
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