Life is good. Life is sweet. Life is full of poopy diapers, sticky milk, and baby hiccups. And I love it. Except for the sticky milk part. Breast feeding is messy. And makes for embarrassing moments when friends come over and you discover you've soaked through your breast pad, your bra, your nursing tank, and your dress. But such is the way of motherhood, I am learning.
Gideon is doing well. Very well. Silas and I adore him. We do that thing that new parents do, where we sit in bed, staring at our baby trying desperately to get out of the swaddle he's been tied into, and we look at each other and say "Honey, we made the cutest kid ever!" Our son is so loved.
We took him to the pediatrician's office on Friday. According to the charts he's in the 90th percentile for both height and weight. I know those charts are silly. But really, I expected nothing less. He's already outgrown some of his newborn clothes. That cute romper I made him? He wore it to church today and it was almost too small.
I gave him his first bath this morning. He didn't cry or anything. He just looked up at me like "Mommy? What is this?" Then, as I pulled him out of the sink, he promptly puked all over both of us and I had to bathe him again.