I'm sitting here typing away with one hand, holding our gassy little one with one arm ad resorting to keyboarding kills I haven't used since before middle school typing class (complete with totally not looking at the screen and pecking out words with one finger). So please forgive the horrible typing.
What a trip... it's been a crazy first week, and maybe one day I'll get around to posting our labor story. Shepherd is everything that I dreamed he would be and more. He is absolutely gorgeous... I never thought I could lov someone more than I love Forrest... or my family... or everyone I love. But....wow. Just one look at Shepherd and I totally melt. I would hold him forever if I thought I could survive without the sleep.
Oh... and sleep? Remind me what that is again??? Chris and Matthew warned us, but no amount of warning can possibly prepare you for what happens once your baby is born. Between hormones, lack of sleep, and absolutely not knowing what the heck I'm doing, it's very frazzling. Don't get me wrong... it's totally worth it. But I don't think anyone can be prepared for what happens. Thankfully, my mom came back up today, and Forrest and I were able to catch up on some sleep while she rocked and held Shepherd through some rough gas.
And there we have it... Gas. The one thing that keeps your child awake. Shepherd is a fart machine. Yes... I know he'll kill me one day for saying this, but seriously dude... The gas? Won't.......Stop...... Oh yes, I've burped him, rocked him, everything, but the boy just gets gas! It isn't too bad during the day, just at night he seems to not tolerate it as well. Oh, and the smell? Wow... yeah... but thing is, even though it smells bad... I love that smell! The pediatrician seems to think it's okay, and that his gassiness is just him getting used to using his GI tract. Tonight he seems to be better.... actually, he's totally 100% asleep right now, so I'm going to go try to lay him down. Maybe I'll be back after that since I'm pretty wired from the made up sleep I've had.