The 'hood

Welcome to 'hood.... parenthood that is. What a crazy month it has been for us. We welcomed the little man on Feb 18th and have been running like chickens with our heads cut off ever since. Everyone says how this changes everything and it really does but I never would have guessed the amount of time and energy it has taken for me just to figure out how to put food in and keep processed (or spitup) food off this little creature of ours. How many diapers in a day? Seriously? There have been some rough moments, some fun moments, and a whole lot of adjusting to a new normal. Being the paranoid new parent that I am I convinced myself our baby had pyloric stenosis because there could be no other explanation besides an anomaly requiring surgical intervention for the amount of food coming back up after each feeding (turns out spitup can be quite prolific without being a real problem). I enjoy taking a morning bath with the munchkin each day, except on the days he decides to poop on me in the tub. We're starting to learn cues to make our lives easier such as; a smile means he's about to spitup and a silent diaper change means he is peeing all over himself while you are busy wiping the bottom. We've driven Kev's dad (the little man's doctor and grandpa) nearly mad with our questioning, "is his skin supposed to peel like this", "when does the umbilical cord come off", "is his circumcision healing well", "what can I do about this baby acne", "when can he go out in public" "should he be spitting up this much", "should he REALLY spit up this much", etc. etc. He has been most patient and kind with the consistent response, "if he's gaining weight and doesn't have a fever he'll be fine". And he's right, he's been just fine. We love him so much and are so happy to have him with us on this next leg of our adventure. And so it is a little tearfully I return to work on Monday and Kevin leaves work for the next couple of months to be a full time Dad until we return to Salt Lake. Alas, I hear suspicious noises coming from the crib and think it may be time for yet another diaper change.