We had a jolly holiday and a few outings. I visited each set of grandparents house for the first time to celebrate. I got a ton of fancy new clothes and toys too. My brother seems to like my toys too. So Christmas was fun but once again, I just enjoy getting back home. I think mumma is happy that the holidays are behind us. She just wants to hang out with me and my bro without an agenda and things to do/places to go all the time. Now that Christmas is over, she can do that.
I have changed a lot in a few weeks. My skin. My weight. My facial expressions (which make mumma burst out in laughter. Often). I still sleep a lot. And eat a lot. I have to go visit the doctor next week so we'll see how much I've grown. My eyes are getting a little darker too. It can take up to a year for my eyes to reach their final color. At this point, they will stay the same or turn to a brown or hazel. They won't be blue or get any lighter. Did you know eyes are the last part of a babies body to develop?
Baths are fun and relaxing. Yet another trait my mother tells me I'm just like my bro. The only thing I've done different is with the paci. I'm picky when I want it. He wanted it all the time.
One month. Feels like I was in a womb just yesterday. My mom says the same. Time passes so quick. Too quick. She keeps telling me that time and time and time again.
This last week was especially fast because we were so busy. I puked twice. I pee every time I get in the bath. Mumma realized I lived in blankets and am about to outgrow all my newborn clothes so she started dressing me in clothes each day. I spent a few hours at the hospital. And went to Dave & Busters. Everybody wanted to hold me. Which was cool for a little while but then I just wanted to get home again.
So let me rewind to the hospital part. We had a long drive downtown to go to Children's Hospital where there were many sick kids. It really bummed my parents out. I had my sweat test to check for Cystic Fibrosis. It was an hour test but then we had to wait a couple of hours for results and then talk to some genetic folks. Good news is that the test was negative. Bad news is that I have the gene. So it's nothing I need to worry about until I get married some day. My parents are still very sad though. Our lives just keep going like every other day and we left all those people behind us who don't get to do the same. It made us feel all very "aware". Which is a good thing in the big picture. Mumma wonders if maybe there is a lesson or reason we went through this. She's been researching Cystic Fibrosis ever since.
I have become much taller since I like to stretch my legs out. But I still would rather have them tucked in and up. And boy am I hungry. I drink 3 1/2 ounces every three hours (sometimes two). Apparently babies aren't supposed to eat that much. Mumma says I'll be eating cereal at three months just like my brother. He was hungry too. My parents keep comparing me to him which doesn't bother me. He seems like a cool enough kid when he's not yelling or throwing things by my head. I guess I'm just like him though. It makes my mom laugh a lot. Out loud. And then she gets all weepy. I have no clue what that's about. She says it's a mother thing.
My hair is falling out and I have a receding hairline. Now my parents giggle and call me old man [sigh]. I'm glad I can provide such great entertainment.
I see both my grandma's every couple of days. They take my big bro to speech class and to school and over to grandma Judy's to play. We even all went to meet Santa Claus. I don't know what all the big fuss was about with the big guy. So, I slept through it. It was my first long car ride. And my first time at the mall. But then I was ready to just get back home. Ahh... home. Its all I know. Safe. Warm. Familiar.
The second week of my life was another great week. I'm slowly uncurling, practicing holding my head up and staying awake to play for a few hours a day. Which makes mumma happy. Most parents would be happy with a baby that sleeps so much. My mumma wants to play.
I had my first bath when I was eight days old and my ugly bellybutton stump fell off the next day. I guess the same thing happened with Brayden when he was a week old. Mumma keeps saying I'm just like him.
My big brother likes to play with me too. He tries to give me a pacifier all the time but I don't really want one. He tickles my toes all the time and likes to hold me too. So far, I think it's safe to say he's a good brother and will take good care of me.
When I was nine days old, mumma got a phone call from my doctor and was very sad. My newborn screen came back positive with a Cystic Fibrosis cell. She didn't quite know or understand what that meant. After a few days she did some research and found out that I am a "carrier" of a gene and don't actually have Cystic Fibrosis. I will have to go to the hospital for a retest in a few weeks. For now, we wait. Mumma isn't freaked out anymore, but dada is. The test can't happen soon enough so my parents can quit worrying.
