As I mentioned in my last blog, the fact that Christopher was delivered 2 weeks late was critically important to his survival. He weighed in at just 2 ounces shy of 9 pounds! I know what all you ladies are thinking...ouch! I wholeheartedly agree. Fellas, this is why your wives deserve those flowers on Mother's Day!
At birth, everything seemed fine. Christopher did all the things that babies are supposed to do. He cried, he pooped, he slept, and he ate. Well, he tried to eat. He seemed to be spitting up more than babies usually do. The doctors and nurses said it was okay, and that babies sometimes have hard time latching on. They assured me that things would get better, and as for the spitting up, I was told that it looked like more than it actually was. Besides, he was quite a little heavy weight. Don't worry. Everything is going to be fine. He is a healthy, bouncing baby boy. We were released from the hospital and went home.
But...this was not my "first time at the rodeo". I was already the mother of two. My oldest was 3 and a half, and my middle one was 1 and a half, still in diapers. I was very familiar with what was "normal" at least for my kids. Despite nagging doubts, I decided to trust what I had been told.
Okay, here we go! Home at last. The whirlpool I call my life is spinning with two in diapers, lots of crying (I mean me. No, just kidding. Well, okay, me too), and a very rambunctious toddler. Oh, and don't forget about all that laundry! Life is going to be very busy, but I can do this. After all, what's one more? I was about to find out.
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