12 days

 Grayson's hospital photo. How can something be SO cheesy, yet SO cute?!

Grayson will be 2 weeks old the day after tomorrow. It honestly feels like a lifetime ago that I brought him home to his brother and sisters, yet I can't wrap my head around the fact that he is ALREADY 12 days old. I can honestly say it's been an awesome 12 days. He's sleeping longer stretches in the night. The night before last he slept from 11pm to 7am only waking once at 4am to nurse and get a clean butt. Last night he slept from 11pm to 9am waking twice, at 1 and 5am to nurse and get changed. Yesterday was our first daddy free day and I made it alll day without a single nap!

I felt like a rock star.

I even did a load of laundry. Hold the applause. The c-section incision is fab. It still hurts when I cough and sneeze or press it up against things. Like the washing machine. Carrying a laundry basket full of clothes, or G in his carrier doesn't feel too swell either and I probably shouldn't be doing either one of those things. I definitely know when my body is telling me to chill the frig out. I'm down to like one pain pill a day, but even that makes me feel like a wuss. I wish I could just do the ibuprofen thing, I'm just not there yet.

Last night and today was great. Just the boys and I. The girls were off, distributed amongst family. No one was able to come to me to help so they took the girls to lighten my load. I'm doing great with all 4, better than I imagined. But Hailey's attitude can be so exhausting. And Leah is starting to hit the Terrifying Three's prematurely. Screw "Terrible Two's", they have nothing on the third year and unfortunately, Leah's third year is upon us in just 2 short months.

Grayson's umbilical cord has fallen off already. It took all I had to not bawl my eyes out. He's lost his tag! He's no longer new. :( And no longer returnable. Kidding. Actually he has a mini cord stump now, so he still looks all fresh and newbornish. Still needing the sponge baths, and whatnot. And still unable to wear cloth diapers unfortunately.

Part of me is super scared to switch to cloth. Part of me is super excited! I just don't know what it's going to be like until I really jump into it. It's daunting.

Soooooooooooooooooo here's some info on G:

•Still super sleepy. Sleeping alllll day.
•He has two "awake" times a day where he sits and stares around for about 30 minutes or so.
•He's a super, awesome, mega baby and doesn't cry unless he's hungry, or you touch his bum with a cold wipe. Baths aren't his deal either. {KNOCK ON WOOD}
•He's a Huggies baby, Lil Snugglers to be exact. Until his mini stump falls off. Then it's all cloth, all the time. No more Lil Snugglers in the trash.
•He's a champion nurser and nurses like he's done it his whole life. Okay...he has done it his whole life, but seriously, he nurses like a rock star. {If rock stars nursed.}
•He's wearing 0-3 months, newborn barely fits, he looks like a stuffed little sausage in NB clothes!
•He's OFFICIALLY on the family wall of photos! Welcome to the family Grayson...
•He's totally blonde when his hair is all clean and fluffy.
•He is a pee'er and pees every time air hits his junk. And I mean EVERY time. And he pee's a TON. Not just a little squirt, squirt.
•None of his socks fit his feet. His feet seem tiny and small, but seriously the heel part doesn't quite make it to the heel of his little footsie. However instead of pulling out bigger socks, which I do have, I just shove the wee little socks on his feet anyway.
•He's a squeeker and a vocal eater. I recorder almost 45 seconds of his eating vocalizations. It's adorable. And so funny. He's a grunter too.
•He's a gassy thing. Not in the sense that he's colicy and in pain. {KNOCK ON WOOD} He has NO problem getting that gas out of his belly. He is a farter. Just like his dad. Every time he coughs or sneezes he farts. Every time he cries hard, he farts. Every time he has a diaper changed, he farts. Every time he pulls his legs up, he farts. He just farts. All the time.
•He likes the moby wrap! Yay! And I do too...I just hope I remember how to put it on when we leave the house. {Good thing I can pull up YouTube on my phone...}
•He smiles! Not on command, not on cue, but he smiles. And don't tell me it's gas. He expels gas too quickly for it to make him smile. They're REAL smiles damn it.
•Even thought he's held entirely too often he's not spoiled. {Yet anway.} He doesn't mind being put down so I can do things. I hope that lasts...
•No color to his eyes, although I'm thinking they will be blueish, or at least start out blue. I'm guessing they'll take the same journey Leah's eyes did.

G's blonde, fluffy hair. He's nursing, but I did ya'll a kindness and cropped out my boobage. You're welcome! To some. Sorry to others.

I guess that's it. I can't squeeze anymore Baby G trivia out of me anymore. He's a newborn though and sleeps, and eats, and poops, and farts. There's not much to him. Other than the fact that he's the cutest, sweetest, bestest, most awesome baby in all the land. Of course. Duh.


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