
I'm really enjoying spending so much time at home with him, especially now that my body is feeling a lot better, and the nightmare of labor has (slightly) started to fade into a vague memory. He recognizes my voice, and I love how he’ll cuddle up into a little ball in my arms and fall fast asleep.
Tommy has had a bit of a rough day today. This morning he woke up and was very gassy. In the middle of changing his poopy diaper this morning he was apparently not finished, so I ended up having to change him and clean him up about 3 or 4 times before he was comfy in his pjs again. Then later on today he was drinking down a bottle when he suddenly projectile vomited it all over himself, me, and our couch – it was at least 2 or 3 ounces. Once again the poor little guy had to get cleaned up. He’s not a fan of being “naked baby.” He makes me laugh. All day he’s been grunting at me when he’s not pleased about something, it’s pretty funny. He’s generally a very happy little guy though, which is both a blessing and something that makes me very proud. He makes me feel like I’m doing a good job as his Mommy whenever he smiles.



No comments:
Post a Comment