So that's what full time parenting is all about!
The clamoring for more news has been deafening as we have been getting requests via email, phone, text and more as to why we haven't updated the blog in a while.
He's home - that's why!
I can't believe the amount of laundry, time and patience one little 8 pound meatball requires. To deal with it all has required love and a sense of humor as well, something we have an abundance of for the man.
It's been great having him home, and I think he likes his room. We finally have his little bathroom put together, with his sailing/whale motif. All the more fun to have to bathe him twice, as his usual reaction to all that warm water is, well, "thar she blows!" and sometimes he waits until bathtime is over to let go.
His reaction to the world around him and his social circle has been sweet to see. So far he's been to several graduation parties, his own baby shower, a figure skating competition, the hospital to visit a new baby and, unfortunately still, the hospital for surgery and the doctor's offices for various things. He loves to travel, and sits quietly in the car for his road trips.
I'm learning his tolerance for errand running and as of now, he's good for 2 major errands plus one minor one. That means I can make a dash for the dry cleaners, diapers at Target and few groceries at Meijers, but if I need to stop and get gas, that is just one thing too much for the little man. He's good for a little over an hour at the ice rink, bundled to his eyelids. I can't wait for him to be more alert and ready for the musuem, zoo and ballgame.
Happily, he is growing and we have had to say goodbye to the last of his preemie clothes. He is now in newborn/0-3 sizes, some of which is just a tad too big but I am confident it's a matter of days before he fills them out. The "What Not to Wear" fashion diva in me perfers him in greens and blues, but c'mon, he pretty much looks good in anything.
Proabably the biggest challenge for us has been bedtime. Will loves to sleep on his stomach, but the risk for SIDS has the both of us in a white-hot panic. The temptation to let him have tummy time when he's screaming his bloody head off at 3:30 a.m. is so achingly great, but the nagging nanny in my head snarks "you're going to risk your son's life so you can get another hour of sleep? Sit down and rock him to sleep THEN you can go to bed, bad mom." Not sure if this ends up in that indulgent bad mom category, but yes, I have slept on the floor just to ensure the boy would !*#% fall asleep without &!*# dying.
It's been quite a ride, and even though we have both celebrated our first Mother's and Father's Day, I don't think either one of us quite believe that fate has gifted us with mom and dad status. Sometimes I feel like we are playing house or babysitting and the real mom and dad are coming home and will be disappointed we ate all the chips and kept the baby up too late.