So, we have a baby boy! Nolan Paul joined us on March 24th after some drama and an emergency c-section. Kid already knows how to make an entrance. We now have what everyone over 50 tells me is the “Million-Dollar Family.” I’d never heard the phrase before, but can only assume that it refers to the amount of debt accumulated raising both a boy and a girl – hand-me-downs be damned!
B: Well, there’s only a pink collar and one purple flower on this sleeper.
Teaching: He’ll love it!
Having a healthy child is something I appreciate every day – ten fingers, ten toes, fat cheeks. What more could we ask for? Nolan definitely has the chubby cheeks part down – he was 9lb 7oz when he was born, and at his 8 week checkup was 16 lbs. Some simple math says that at this rate, he will be almost 60 lbs at a year of age! Hey, I said “simple” math.
Norah wasn’t a sleeper. She preferred instead to writhe in pain as her stomach struggled to process her Mom’s milk, throw up said milk, cry because her stomach was empty, and then eat like crazy, causing a stomach ache. She repeated this cycle for four months.
Nolan, however, rarely throws up, and has far fewer stomach issues. He prefers sleeping on Mom or Dad, but can usually be put down after an hour or so of sleep. At night he usually sleeps five hours in a row. So, we look much less bedraggled than we did with Norah — except that now man-to-man defense is required. Laundry piles up. Supper often waits until 8pm. But such is life – this small inconvenience perils in comparison to the payoffs – cuddles and hugs from our kids; funny interactions with Norah; watching them learn and grow. I am not sure what life was full of before having our kids, but it sure doesn’t seem important now. We are so lucky!
So, welcome Nolan Paul – it hasn’t even been three months, but already I can’t imagine life without you!
