One week down, lots to go
Sunday February 19, 2006 | by Dalia Griffith | 3 comments
Well, we’ve been pissed on, puked on, and roused at unholy hours, but still our love for this whole process—and of course, Jack, himself—gets stronger every day. Sounds corny, I know, but there’s really no better way to describe our first week as parents. It rocks.
But if there is any slight downside for me, it’s that I’ve been so wrapped up in Jack, that I haven’t kept up with emails or any other type of communication with the outside world. So I apologize many times over for being out of touch—I promise to get with the program, soon.
OK, that’s all for now (it’s Jack’s bed time, which means it’s mine, too), but we’ll be back with some actual stories. Like the one involving projectile urine and Hugh’s bible.
Mmmm. Projectile urine. Isn’t that what all males do anyways? :P Anyhow, I am a lucky chum to have gotten to spend so much time with little Jacky boy this weekend. Cutest Baby Evah!
Here’s a (gross but funny) story for you: Luke was maybe a week old, and Owen (4 yrs then) was helping me change his diaper. He was smiling at his baby brother, and talking to him, like an angel. Luke let loose with a huge arching pee, and poor Owen got a mouthful. Go ahead and retch now. What a beautiful boy Jackson is!!! When is he coming North?
LOL! That’s too damn funny! Last night, Jack peed all over the place twice—both during one of Hugh’s shifts. I’d be drifting back to sleep, when all of the sudden I’d hear “Oh ! He’s peeing again!”
The second time (last night) was actually early this morning, and it arched over Jack’s head and onto the floor beyond the changing table. And it was like a HUGE puddle that soaked through the towel completely. How does such a little body make so much waste?