8:07 p.m. - 2006-11-29
It is nearly half a month into your second month, which should give you some idea of how things have been going. At the moment, your dad is trying desperately to amuse you upstairs, while I have a few minutes to myself (in which I washed my hair and plucked my eyebrows, simple pleasures which are now considered luxuries).
You are a joy, but wow, do you require constant attention. As far as babies go, you're a bit on the "fussy" side (read: you cry. a lot. for no apparent reason.). You're absolutely amazing in every way, but you're a handful. You don't like to sleep very much (day or night), but you love to eat (often) and spit up most of what you've just consumed (again, often). And you demand that, for most of your waking hours, you are held in my arms, shunning your swing, bouncy seat, crib and all the other expensive apparatus designed to hold babies.
You gave us a good scare a couple of weeks ago, when you started throwing up one afternoon, and ended up spending the night in Children's Hospital, while they ran tests on you to check for several possible complications that would have required surgery to correct. You were fine -- they finally concluded it was a stomach virus -- but the whole experience scared the hell out of me and made me realize all the more just how much I love you. I'll tell you all about it when you're older -- it was a harrowing experience that I don't wish to relive.
You're waking up now, and you're (surprise!) hungry, so I need to wrap this up. I'm hoping I'll go upstairs and you'll give me one of your new toothless grins (it's probably gas, as they say, but you're doing it more and more lately, and I like to believe they're intentional), but if not, that's ok, too. I'm content just to nurse you and hold you and stare in amazement at the compact complexity of you. It's been an amazing 6 1/2 weeks so far, and I'm so very excited for all the rest that's to come.
I love you, Pumpkin.