Four days old.
I love pics of newborns in carriers because you can see how tiny they are.
Today after his shampoo.
My wonderful mother-in-law who has been helping me and taking away the big boys.
And here is how he looks the vast majority of the time:
He is sooo sleepy.
There is nothing better than snuggling with him while he sleeps and inhaling his sweet breath.
He has been sleeping really well at night--like in 3-4 and even a 7-hour stretch. I attribute this to the honeymoon period. I know that one of these nights reality will set in and he'll keep me up all night, but these few nights of decent sleep have been a blessing. I seem to be missing the adrenaline I had after my others were born. It already kills me to get up with him in the night, and I am feeling more and more convinced that he is, indeed, my last child. I also want to clear up any misunderstandings I caused when I said I was ready to leave the hospital and be a real person again. I didn't mean "real person" as in participating in normal life. I meant "real person" as in wearing real underwear and pants (of any variety) and forgoing hospital food in favor of stuff like this:
I have no plans to participate in normal life activities (besides drive-thrus and the Sev) anytime soon!