Three

I find it no small coincidence that while we dealt with this week being the third year without Mom, it was the third week that Caden has been in our life.  The third week of learning new love, growing bonds, and yes, exciting adventures in bodily fluids.  However, this third week meant that Colter’s two week “paternity leave” came to an end and alas, he had to return to work. (Enter dramatic actress with hand delicately draped over her forehead while sighing and leaning back.) 

I just plain felt bad for him.  For one thing, it was really only as if he got one week with his baby boy since he was sick the first week, and secondly, well, we had grown quite accustomed to our little routine.  Fortunately for me, I had already had that first week of “single parenthood” under my belt when Colter was quarantined away from us so the adjustment for me wasn’t as major as it could have been.  More than anything, I missed his company but Caden and I managed each day as we waited to greet him back home again!

A few important events took place this week.  First, Caden is rapidly porking up and will be hitting the nine pound mark in the next few days!  I would say he has recovered quite well from his initial eating protest and dramatic weight lost that first week.  I’m telling you, this kid has quite the appetite but as long as he is eating and hydrated I will feed him as often as he wants.  I do not want to go back to that first couple days when he didn’t want to eat!  The next “event” has nothing to do with Caden, and is completely shallow but somewhat thrilling nonetheless.  This past Monday I was feeling like torturing myself I suppose and decided to try putting on pre-pregnant jeans just to see what I was working with.  Ta- daaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!! Wam, Bam, buttoned and zipped I wore those size two denim butt huggers all week because I was so excited that they were on.  I was probably just excited to be in pants that actually buttoned and zipped and didn’t just have an elastic band over my belly too.  I mean, the elastic is convenient, but something about the routine of buttoning your pants was missed in those basketball belly months.  Shallow I know. Important? Not at all but definitely a good self esteem booster that has made me even more ready to get cleared to workout in two more weeks.  So Caden is inflating and I am deflating just as we should be. Just what you wanted to know right?

This coming week will mark the end of the “4 Week House Arrest” period that we and our pediatrician set for ourselves to try and fend off the last of those cold and flu viruses, so our adventures together will really start after that!  Yes, we have left the house…but just not to really crowded, public places.  He has been to his Nonna and Papaw’s house, to Auntie Dana’s and today he went to the studio I took prenatal yoga at for a Baby’s First Massage class! (I highly recommend this studio, e-mail me if you have any questions about it.)

Three Weeks Has Shown Us…
- While yes, the “yuck” factor of spit-up goes away really the first time it happens, it is still always a bit of a shock when you get vomited on.
- You can hear the money falling out of your pocket when a brand new diaper is “used” before it has even been fully put on in a diaper change.
- Despite its ridiculous name, the “My Breast Friend” boppy pillow really is the greatest model, and the random click belt around your back is a miracle in itself.
- All baby toys have hideous sounding baby music that sounds like it is from a broken machine.  Why don’t they just make it sound like normal music?
- Despite their being baby music available on every “appliance” made for him, he much prefers the tunes of Tyrone Wells, Jason Reeves, John Mayer and the list goes on.
- When trying to eat, blog or do anything in-between feedings I can’t talk.  If I do, he hears me, turns his head towards me and decides he is hungry.  Colter finds this hilarious and has suggested that I resort to whispering so he can’t hear my voice.
- It takes me approximately 30 minutes to silence my brain from mommy-hearing enough to relax and fall asleep.  Even then though, the mommy hearing is on.
- He is perfectly tiny still.  His fingers, ears, coos, burps, are all so tiny, and precious and perfect….even when spit up or worse accompanies them!

As I have done each week , here is his third documented for you. Enjoy!

Caden’s Third Week