3 Weeks Old, a letter to G

Dear Grayson aka G aka Punkin' aka Gray Man aka Buddy,

Look  little man, this whole "growing at the speed of light" thing you got going on isn't working for me. Mommy and Daddy are retiring from the baby making days and moving on to the baby raising days. You are our last contribution to the world and it would do me great pleasure if you would ever so kindly just stay a baby. Forever. Or at least for a really long time. At least consider it? Thank you.

I have some bad news. You are sick. Sick for the very first time. Just typing that makes me want to cry. Your brother and sisters made it months before they battled their first cold and here you are, in our world for just 3 short weeks and you can't breathe through your snotty nose. I'm so sorry punkin'. It makes me so incredibly sad. You see, your brother and sisters don't really comprehend the whole "hygeine" thing and even though daddy and I constantly beg them to wash their hands, and post hand sanitizer at several stations through out the house, somehow it's overlooked and they spread germs leaving you, our sweet little one, sick as can be. You woke up from one of your naps yesterday coughing and choking on your post nasal drip and it's been downhill since. Last night was rough. It's hard to nurse when you can't breathe through your nose! Daddy and I bought a humidifier, hooked that bad boy up, and pumped you full of saline drops. We also sucked gallons of snot from your nostrils. Which you hate. But we're trying baby boy. We're trying. I even bought expensive "Boogie Wipes" just so your tee tiny precious perfect nose will feel as little discomfort as possible. As long as you don't run a fever or stop nursing we just have to ride it out. Amazingly we have an AWESOME physician who cares about his patients, so I'm not worried. As I type this you are nestled close to me snoring away. I hope you feel how loved you are....if you could feel the full extent of it you'd be so overwhelmed. It's a crazy amount of love kid. Crazy.

{This is you, snuggled up to me, as I type this post. Do you know how adorable you are?}

You're not quite at the age for milestones and developmental achievements and such. You're still basking in your beautiful and sleepy newborn glory. And I love it. I'm eating it up. Capturing it in photos every chance I can, and spending every second I have doting on you. You're spoiled. Awfully spoiled. And my give a damn is broken. You are awake a little more each day. Your belly button stump has fallen off, but it is giving us an awful lot of trouble. You've had it cauterized with silver nitrate twice. Luckily it didn't hurt you at all. You didn't make a peep. Your circ is healed although you did give your mama a total freak out a few days ago resulting in an unnecessary trip to the docs office. You're nursing like a champ. When you can breathe that is. You're peeing on less when your diaper is changed. You still hate sponge baths. You're loving your swing, and bouncy seat, and are tolerating your car seat somewhat better than you were. Somehow your fingernails are dirty and it drives me nuts having them be too tiny to clean. I'm really about to soak them in a little bowl of water. How does a 3 week old get dirt under his finger nails anyway?! I guess it's a boy thing. You are precious and adorable and sweet and the bestest baby and I hope your laid back attitude lasts through life. You're cute. Just cute. So, so cute. I hear it all the time and I can never hear it enough.

Your "Meet the Baby" party turned out great and so many people came to see you and love on you! You weren't put down all day, not once. You had to have felt the love. It was palpable in the room around you. I am totally doing a post to share the party details with the world. {Mommy worked hard, for months, planning that shindig, I want it shared with all!} So many people came. Grandpa and Jeri and Jeri's kids, Grandma was able to come before she returned to PA. Your great Uncle Ray, mamaw's brother surprised us from the coast along with great Aunt Nancy. Aunt Dana, Mr. Howard and Howard's children, Brin and Milo, Kay Kay, mamaw, Aunt Debbie, Joshua, Hailey, and Leah of course, all of our local family were there and I know Uncle Tom wanted to be as well as everyone out of town that couldn't make it. Millie and Christine and Camryn, Christa, Mary and her friend Gary, Jenn and Kelli, Alison and Ava, you had so many visitors come meet you and welcome you into this world.

I'm in disbelief that you are 3 weeks old and yet it feels like you've always been a part of our lives. I can't imagine life without you. You've completed our family so greatly. You've perfected it. Thank you for that.

Love, 

Mommy

PS I forgot to mention that at your last doctors visit {for mommy's freak out over your penis} you weighed 10.5 lb's. You gained half of a pound over a weekend. You're pretty much an expert on growing, and getting chunkier every day. It's over the top cute. I promise I won't let you be a Maury show fat though. No chicken wings until at least 2 years old, I don't care how much you cry for them you will not convince me that it's okay to gum them.

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