Hard to believe Max is already 16 days old. We managed to survive our first week without extra helpers around, got sleep a couple of nights at least, I got the breast pump to work correctly, and Max gained some weight (he's now 9lb 7oz). All in all, I'd say it was a successful week (*knock on wood).
I've always been able to envision bad things that could potentially happen. For example, when I'm using a box cutter to open a package, even though I'm being careful, I can still envision the cutter or my hand slipping and me slicing my finger open. Thank goodness it hasn't happened, but I still see it in my mind. I'm now like that with almost everything I do with Max and I can't tell if I'm bordering on neurotic, or just being cautious to make sure my "vision" doesn't really happen. Placing him in his baby bjorn carrier and bending over to get the laundry out of the dryer, I envision a strap breaking and him crashing into the dryer - so I keep an extra hand on it just in case. Walking down the stairs with him I'm terrified I'm going to miss a step or slip and go tumbling down and won't be able to keep from squashing him. I'm going to be a wreck when he gets older and starts climbing things like Chris did as a kid.
Max has changed so much in the last week or so, it's amazing how fast it all happens.
He has started trying to hold his head up, on his play mat he actually hit a couple of the toys with his fist this morning, and his umbilical chord stump fell off in the wee hours of the morning. I find myself torn -wanting this period to last forever - while he lets me know when he is frustrated or unhappy, he can't talk back, he can't run away, and he's completely dependent upon us - which is a nice feeling. On the other hand, I can't wait until he starts to interact with us a little more!
I've always been able to envision bad things that could potentially happen. For example, when I'm using a box cutter to open a package, even though I'm being careful, I can still envision the cutter or my hand slipping and me slicing my finger open. Thank goodness it hasn't happened, but I still see it in my mind. I'm now like that with almost everything I do with Max and I can't tell if I'm bordering on neurotic, or just being cautious to make sure my "vision" doesn't really happen. Placing him in his baby bjorn carrier and bending over to get the laundry out of the dryer, I envision a strap breaking and him crashing into the dryer - so I keep an extra hand on it just in case. Walking down the stairs with him I'm terrified I'm going to miss a step or slip and go tumbling down and won't be able to keep from squashing him. I'm going to be a wreck when he gets older and starts climbing things like Chris did as a kid.
Max has changed so much in the last week or so, it's amazing how fast it all happens.
He has started trying to hold his head up, on his play mat he actually hit a couple of the toys with his fist this morning, and his umbilical chord stump fell off in the wee hours of the morning. I find myself torn -wanting this period to last forever - while he lets me know when he is frustrated or unhappy, he can't talk back, he can't run away, and he's completely dependent upon us - which is a nice feeling. On the other hand, I can't wait until he starts to interact with us a little more!
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