Two weeks in and the reality still hasn't completely set in yet. I'm still getting used to the fact that the redundancy of my days will be here for a while. Feed Baby X. Change Baby X. Pump. Wash everything. Repeat. I don't think I've ever done so many loads of laundry...ever. It's all worth it though.
So far Baby X's dad and I have been pretty lucky. Baby X isn't a fussy baby, eats well, and adapts to change easily. He was super chill while in utero also, so I guess that was a preview of what was to come. I've been told that things change after two weeks though, so we shall see. Hopefully he maintains his mellow personality and doesn't turn all diva on me. It's obviously still too early to really tell though so I'm crossing my fingers that he doesn't flip the switch.
A couple of days ago Baby X's umbilical cord finally fell off. I know some people save it, but we threw it out. Now I kind of wish I would have saved it to show him later on, but oh well. To be honest it kind of grossed me out. I know, I'm in store for a lot more disgusting things and moments, but that's what Baby X's dad is for. Just kidding.
This week we have come to realize that Baby X is a baby of many faces. He has all sorts of different expressions that always make me laugh, but my favorite by far has got to be this face right here. I call it his kissey face...or blue steel, and I love it. Melts my heart every time.
Two weeks in, a lifetime to go. Time flies so fast so I'm trying my best to savor every moment of him at this age. Before I know it he'll be walking and I'll wonder where the time went. I can't wait for what the future has in store, but at the same time I love him at this stage. He's so peaceful and innocent. Can we trade in teenagers for newborns, because I am not looking forward to that stage at all.
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