Dreaming

At some point in the night, the baby started fidgeting in his sleep. I think he was dreaming...reliving the traumatic experiences of the day in vivid detail. Every time he moved or cooed or fidgeted, I opened one eye and checked on him. I was always aware of his presence. My wife slept through it. To be fair, she had had a rough day and was exhausted. But still, I wish I had the superpower to sleep through anything and fall asleep instantly. They came in every 30 min to check something, poke something, adjust something. Sleep was a distant memory.

This morning, I changed my first dirty diaper when he pooped while I was holding him. I felt a thud on my arm and heard a squish as it hit the diaper. I no sooner got him cleaned and diapered up, then he pooped again! Three times in a row! He knew what he was doing. I swear I saw a small smile escape his lips. I ended up with poop all over my hand, but that was more due to my carelessness. Later he tried to pee on me when I removed his diaper, but my ninja reflexes kicked in and it passed harmlessly over my shoulder.

My mother and mother-in-law were able to come up to the hospital for the birth. It was nice to have the support. They brought us snacks and much-needed supplies today. Both of them cried when they held him. It’s pretty awesome to see how loved the little guy is by everyone.

The nurses have all fallen in love with him. They think he’s the cutest little thing. I know that everyone is biased when it comes to their babies being cute, but in this case it’s actually true. He is the cutest little thing. I can’t imagine a more perfect baby. The way that he pouches out his lips and scrunches his brow in consternation. The way that his dark hair sticks straight up in the middle of his head. His cute little button nose, and his stormy dark-gray eyes. His tiny little fingers and big feet. All of it is so beautifully put together...it’s so...Troy.