Why, Yes, He Is a Handsome Baby
Yesterday was a tough day. Henry was fussy for about 12 straight hours, never really wanting to sleep, not having a good feed (just small snacks every hour or so), and crying for no reason.
I don’t want to complain (so I won’t), because it was our first time that both Kristen and I seemed unable to comprehend how to “fix” what was wrong with him. We burped him when we thought he was gassy, fed him when we thought he was hungry, put him down when we thought he was tired, but nothing really worked. Thankfully, by bedtime, he had reverted to his normal, happy self.
One bad day in twelve we’ll take.
Today was much better, and a bit surprisingly because we were quite busy. In the morning, Kristen had a doctor’s appointment, so I dropped her off and then Henry and I took a walk. There was a small farmers’ market set up nearby, so we bought some apples and peaches and a tasty blueberry pie, and I was pleased to receive numerous positive comments by passers by.
Okay, I wasn’t getting the compliments, but I still felt proud.
After the appointment, we went home, ate (all three of us), napped (just one of us), and then came back downtown for Henry’s first doctor’s appointment.
I am happy to say that we have a real chunker. After babies are born, they can lose up to 10% of their body weight, and most physicians just want them to get back to their birth weight by the time of their first visit. Well, Henry got back and then some, weighing in at an impressive 8 lbs 4 oz, nearly a pound heavier than when he was born.
He also charmed the doctor (who commented on how amazed he was at Henry’s alertness at not even two weeks old) and the nursing staff.
This is what I want. A healthy, happy baby (which he is) who makes other people like him (which he does). He’s everything we could’ve hoped for.
