Day Seven

It took a few days to get primed, but OH MAN. This morning, Miles erupted in a series of poos the color of which could best be described as "tangy barbeque." It was honestly breathtaking to wake up to. Jaclyn said she could smell it from the living room, but I was sleeping right next … Continue reading Day Seven →

Day Six

The grandparents (on my side) have arrived. Mom hasn't been able to put Miles down, and even stood by while I changed his diaper (and the most remarkable part? She said NOTHING. No advice, no interjections...she was just awestruck by my changing skills). I felt so empowered that I even changed my brother's diaper that … Continue reading Day Six →

Day Five: The Discovery of Arms

One of the coolest things to watch so far has been Miles's discovery of his hands and arms. He barely moved them after birth, preferring to be swaddled and restrained. Once he started feeding however, it became a whole different ball game. While he still sleeps well when swaddled beneath the shoulders, he begins to … Continue reading Day Five: The Discovery of Arms →

Day Four

Being needed. At virtually any point in your life, it feels good to be needed. Knowing that someone specifically needs your help gives us a sense of belonging and purpose, but also a sense, however big or small, of authority and wisdom. Now, the rub is that this feeling is often just a facade. At … Continue reading Day Four →

Day Three

What do all babies need, all men want, and all new mothers wish they didn't have? BOOBS You know, when you're a teenage male, at some point it occurs to you that if YOU had boobs, you'd probably play with them in the mirror all day. As an adolescent, they're sort of this always-visible manifestation … Continue reading Day Three →

Day Two

The realest moment of of those first few hours comes not when the actual birth happens, but (as with most major life turning points) when you wake up from your first post-birth sleep. We we're fortunate enough to have a nurse that kept the baby for a little extra time during his first bath, which … Continue reading Day Two →

Day One

There are no words. Maybe "wow." But that's it. Oh, also, that first poo was like a Russian nesting doll of poop. Just one on top of the other on top of the other. Magnificent.