I have a baby now, and he’s like Ohio weather. Unpredictable. Mercurial. Sometimes stormy, sometimes sunshiny, sometimes both at the same time. Also — and this is the most important part — he is different every day. Every. Damn. Day.
Just look at what a difference two weeks makes!
From baby jerky to baby fat.
He was such a little squishy bean at the hospital. But now I wake up and look down into his brown-grey eyes and never know what I’m going to see there.
Squishface at the hospital.
Actual human child at home.
So I’ve been taking a zillion photos. I’ve been searing everything into my memory — every cuddle, every cry. And I’ve been tracking baby’s daily activities on a fancy phone app, which gives me a stupid amount of data and graphs that I will never use.
Here’s how Everest is growing up so far:
Age in weeks: 2
Weight at birth: 7 pounds, 1 ounce
Current weight: 7 pounds, 12 ounces
Diapers changed: 166
Times I’ve been peed on: 11
Times I’ve been shat on: 3
Total feedings: 231
Time spent feeding: 80 hours, 48 minutes (I just have to draw attention to this part right here, because WOW. Breastfeeding is literally my full-time job right now.)
Shirts stained by spit up: 4
Days I’ve forgotten to shower: 4
Meltdowns, baby: 3
Meltdowns, me: Countless
Sleepless nights: Many
Cuddles: Endless
I can’t wait to see what the next two weeks bring.
Some days are hard.
And some days rule.