For those of you who follow this blog, I need to back up and explain something. I realize that I never explained my purpose for this blog, although I was thinking it in my head. Since John Michael's arrival, I have been documenting each week with him, talking about the good and the bad, in hopes that I'll be able to look back at this one day and remember it all. I may even print all of these posts out one day and put them in his baby book. But I want to remember everything- not just the good things. So, I plan to be brutally honest in this blog- as if I wasn't before. :) But, I don't want you to get the feeling that I am complaining, or whining, or anything else for that matter. I am simply documenting every thought, feeling, moment, and event. Some things will be interesting for others- some may only be interesting to me. So, with that all being said, here are a couple of things I want to remember that I have forgotten to blog:
January 13, 2011- 4:00am feeding
I went into the nursery for our usual feeding time, and everything was just as it always was. However, this particular feeding was exciting to me because it was the first time that I changed JM's diaper in the dark without turning on his lamp. This was a big deal to me because turning on the lamp inevitably made JM want to get up for the day, and I would have a hard time getting him back to sleep. When I returned to bed, Michael asked if everything went okay, and thus one of the funniest conversations occurred.
Michael: Was everything okay?
Me: I successfully changed his diaper in the dark.
Michael: Really? How did you do that?
Me: I didn't turn any lights on.
Michael: Really Kay? I feel like I'm in the movie Airplane right now.
January 26, 2011- 7:00am
This was actually this morning, but I felt like putting the date above it anyway to keep things looking uniform (OCD much?).
I fed JM at 6:00am, and put him down to go back to sleep around 6:30. Somewhere between 7:00 and 7:30, I heard him starting to stir. Normally, he starts to stir and it immediately turns into crying, and I will go get him and either feed him (if it's time for that), or soothe him, give him his pacifier, etc. But today was different. After the stirring, he started to coo. It was the cutest thing, because it was like for the first time, he discovered his voice and was starting to have fun with it. I stayed in bed, listening to this in the monitor for about 15 to 20 minutes, as his "AHHHHH" changed inflection, going from low to high pitch and back down. Or the "Ooooooooo, ugh." Or a loud "AH!" After about 15-20 minutes, it started to turn into a cry, but it still wasn't a full cry. I have to say it was the cutest thing I've ever heard. Even as I sit here typing, he's doing it again from his swing. Except this time he has the hiccups- so the cooing gets interrupted every now and then.
That's all I can remember today that I wanted to make sure I got down in print before it left me again. :)
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