What a trooper! Not only was Maxon totally alert during the appointment this past Friday but he made hardly a whimper throughout the whole ordeal. He weighed in at 7 pounds and 2 ounces, a gain of 6 ounces since we all left the hospital last Sunday. He also managed to grow an entire inch, coming in at 20 3/4 inches. The doctor seemed more than satisfied with his progress and said he was “thriving”, which you have to know the internal sigh of relief I breathed with that analysis. The last part of his appointment was a newborn screening blood test. We were all prepared for him to scream bloody murder but Mike had him comfortably napping and he only flinched for the heel prick and then a little whining but then right back to sleep. Take that, howling 2-year-old in the next chair. His next appointment is at the two-month mark, which seems so odd to me. They’re really trusting us with him for that long? Unchecked? I guess they’re trusting the parents for this little one. Scary.
Where to even begin? I’m not entirely sure what else happened in the world in the past week but my life was forever changed. I can’t say that it has all been one big Gerber commercial but I had no idea something so small could make me so happy and complete. To Maxon, thank you for finally making your mark on my world.
Other things I’m thankful for:
Michael, for not being afraid to tackle a dirty diaper. We had to review the process a couple times to ensure that Maxon wasn’t low-riding in his diaper but I think we’ve all got the hang of it. Also for being so on the ball with updating everyone with the latest pictures and videos.
Family, for loving our son so much already that I can feel it all the way from the East Coast. Also to my mother for coming out here and being of such incredible help around the house. I’m sure she’d be more thankful if I would just do as she says.
Dikembe and the Beast, for realizing that there is a new sheriff in town and being patient in waiting for their turn for affection
Prescription-strength ibuprofen and lanolin
Happy Thanksgiving Day Everyone!
We’ve posted a bunch of a photos of Maxon over the last few days here: View Photos. He continues to be a happy and healthy little kid. Melanie’s mom is out to visit and was literally jumping for joy when she first saw him.
Below is a video of Maxon dealing with a case of the hiccups. You can view more videos that aren’t posted on the blog by going here: View All Videos.
It’s a pretty amazing experience to watch your wife go through pregnancy and birth. As the guy you end up largely as a spectator, but at least that gives you time to make videos of everything while everybody else does all the work. I love these two more than ever….
More pictures to come!
Melanie went into active labor about 8:00 a.m. on Friday after her water broke at 3:45 a.m. We got to the hospital at 10:00 a.m. and she started pushing the little rascal out at 1:30 p.m. At 2:21 p.m. he took his first breaths. We are grateful it all went so quick, but it was still a very painful experience (she declined drugs of any kind). Despite the pain she kept her eye on the prize and never complained. Amazing. It’s pretty crazy to start your day having no idea you are going into labor and then find yourself holding your son before the cafeteria closes for lunch. He weighed in at 6 lbs 12 oz and measured 19 3/4 inches long. He had a huge mess of brown hair.
All right, baby. You’ve made your point. You’ve made it really easy on me for the entire pregnancy and didn’t cause me any trouble with morning sickness, fatigue, swelling or high blood pressure and now you want to stay in there until you are good and ready. But let’s be clear. I’m sure you’re a cute patootie but big momma is still going to have the final say!