A few days ago, I mentioned that it's been some time since Miles has had to partake of formula. Keeping him exclusively on breast milk wasn't something we deliberately set out to do; it had just sort of gradually worked itself out that way. So we still have formula mix, even if it's generally unused. … Continue reading Day 98
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Day 91
During Miles's first few weeks of existence, we had no choice but to supplement his breast milk with formula. This was largely his fault, as he was consuming so much that Jaclyn couldn't keep up with his voluminous appetite. To be fair to her, a small village would've had a hard time keeping up. As … Continue reading Day 91
Day 75
I haven't seen a whole lot of Miles this week. Between work, trivia, and his 6:30-7:00 bedtime, there haven't been many instances of conscious interaction between us. In fact, what few encounters we've had have increasingly been accompanied by expressions on Miles's face that seemed to say, "...who the f@%# is this guy?" Things changed, … Continue reading Day 75
Day 18
Jaclyn: "I don't know how he's eating so much." Brian: "He's just a growing all-consuming elder of the universe, Jaclyn."
Day 14
The hardest adjustment, for me, has been waking up. I'm used to waking up and finding that there's a baby in my apartment every morning (see Day Two -- it took a couple days for it to really sink in). My bigger problem is that I am not now nor have I ever been a … Continue reading Day 14
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 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
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 