I'm a week old today. In that time, I've been to see 3 doctors. No worries, I've heard it's routine. The first time was two days after I got home. Diagnosis: "everything's great!" (I coulda told 'em that.) I'd lost some weight (again, that's normal) and weighed in at 9lbs 1oz. Then we saw the doctor who pulled me out of Mommy's belly. He, too, said I looked great. (Mommy does too.) Then yesterday Mommy and Daddy took me back to my doctor--frankly, I could do without the cold waiting room and being stripped down in front of strangers, but I trust they know what they're doing--same diagnosis: Great! I was 9lbs 3oz. that time.
I'm super good at sleeping. Mom and Dad have to wake me up every two hours during the day to make sure I'm eating enough and every four hours at night. Luckily, I heard the doctor tell them that in about a week they can just leave me alone to sleep as long as I want to. Can't wait.
Mommy doesn't lie around as much as she used to. Maybe I’ll start moving around on my own soon too.
I think it's great that babies get three parents. What a good idea! I like mine. They're a real team with feedings and changes.
Those three furry, 4-legged beasties are kinda funny… sometimes. They get right up in my face which I appreciate ‘cause my eyes don’t focus that well (also normal). But then they lick me! Sometimes right on my eye! It’s gross. Other times they just lick my hand which is kinda cool I guess. Their fur gets in mouth.
Daddy's teaching me how to skype. I got to meet Grandpa Mike and (distant) Aunt Fara. Both were excited to meet me. They're cool.
Well, I'm hungry so... WAAAAAHHHHH!!!