Yesterday...

The only interesting thing that happened Monday was that his umbilical stump "fell off." Actually, it kind of tore off while I was wiping him down during his bath. No harm, no foul - he didn't wince, no bleeding, no nothing. Mom cringed, because it looked kinda funky underneath.

Taking the puppy for a walk

Looks like he's smiling, but it's all random at this point :o)

After dinner walk. We had plenty of time, since Irene (Monica's mom) was supposed to go back tonight, but her flight was canceled because of weather in Philly. We have not had much luck with the Rochester Int'l Airport. Monica with her box garden (built by yours truly...) The arms and legs protruding from the Snugli are Brian's. Trust me. Weather's great here, 70's!

Hiccups

Hiccups. Email me if you would like to watch the movie, as I haven't figured out how to post movies :o)

One week!

Baby's first bath at home. I don't think he liked it much.

Brian's now one week old. Haven't dropped or broken him yet, so we're doing all right. Went to the pediatrician today, he's up to 9 lbs already. Ahead of the curve for sure. Here he is after the bath. Still not too happy. But he was also hungry.

Day6

Now I wasn't there to witness this event, and there may be some storytelling, but this is how it goes: Monica was changing fussy boy's diaper this evening. Having taken the diaper off to find it both wet and pooped in, Monica had Brian up by the feet to slide the new diaper in. The boy proceeded to pee (into the diaper she always places over the offending appendage) while legs were up, and while Monica's trying to contain the pee, he lets loose this storm of poo that shot straight out from his behind, all over the changing table, and even onto the wall across the room (just kidding, but onto the wall next to the changing table). This onesy is from a boutique shop in the Los Feliz neighborhood of LA. Supposedly the stars of Hollywood dress their babies in this designer's clothing. Sometimes the surprise appears on the wall.

Day5

Perfect little hands. We trimmed his nails today. Much easier than trimming the dog's nails. Nuf said.

Days 3 and 4

Life on the homefront. Brian still has his days and nights backwards. Sunday night we tried to have Brian in our room, but we soon realized it wasn't going to work out that way. He sleeps the best in the afternoons. Last night I got up in the middle of the night and all there was a light on in every room in the house (except mine) because Monica's been walking the kid around trying to make him happy and fall asleep. No sleep at night for her these days. We hope he'll figure it out soon.

No pictures today. The house isn't as bright as the hospital room, so pictures don't come out as well, and really, he just sleeps and eats for the most part.

Day2 at home

Sunday morning we started again with this interruption and that, so we wised up and put a "Do not disturb" sign on our door. It worked! Our plan was to be home by mid-morning so that Monica could escape the dreaded hospital tray for lunch. Well, she escaped it, because they gave her pork and stuffing. I ate it. Finally after this paper to sign and that sheet to take, we stuffed Brian into his carseat (which he did not enjoy) and put him in the car (which he did enjoy) to bring him home to eager grandparents and dog.

Grandma was of course thrilled to be here holding Brian.

Even by afternoon of day 2, our little man has already made his preferences known - he likes to sleep in someone's arms, and he likes to sleep during the daytime. Guess what happens at night...

Day2

We got a teeny bit of sleep between day 1 and day 2. That night we figured we should take advantage of the nursery and drop him off for a few hours so we could get some uninterrupted sleep. It kinda worked...

Our boy has dimples!

Holding the boy is great when he's not fussing. Otherwise he's pretty squirmy. The key is the swaddle...

Happily asleep in mama's arms.

Ten toes on those beeg feet!

Day1

The first day was a non-stop string of visitors, from residents, attendings, patient care techs, nurses, lactation consultants, registrars, etc. etc. etc. I left in the morning to go walk the dog, and Monica was inundated with these people shortly after I left.


A bit of bed-head in the morning...

Looking awake and curious.

Figured I'd put my hand in there for scale... Grandma and Grandpa Woodward arrived today, and we had Dinosaur Barbeque for dinner. Our little buddy let Monica eat her "grilled cheese sandwich" with "roasted potatoes" in peace.

Still awake at night. You'd think he'd then fall asleep and not bother us all night...

Day0

Like clockwork, the boy was born on his due date... with 7 minutes to spare.

The first official shot of Brian - the pediatrician had to come in for the delivery, so the usual routine of Brian visiting mom before being taken to the warming table was bypassed, so I didn't try to take any pictures until they were done evaluating him. He turned out just fine, great apgar scores, etc.

Eyes all gooped up, he's just chillin' on the table. The black gook from the foot printing can be seen by his feet, which are apparently HUGE according to the nurses. Monica thinks he'll be a great swimmer. Combined with our running abilities and my cycling skills, he'll be a triathlete :o)

Mom relieved after 9 hours of labor and lots and lots of pushing. When we took the birthing class in June, we thought the whole breathing thing to be pretty amusing. But it really helped. A lot. As you can see, he's had a habit of sucking his thumb already, trying to continue that ASAP.

Born at 11:53, we were starved. Luckily there was a 24 hour Subway in-house, so we enjoyed our favorite sandwiches at 1 o'clock in the morning before "going to sleep" at almost 3am.