Whew

My long, hard month of medicine chiefing is over.  Thank you jeebus (And Stevo. And Geraldine.).  It was a haul.  Wessy was very patient with me.

What a difference four months makes...

This here is little larval Wessy.  I believe he was four days old here.  At this point he weighed 7lbs 1oz.  His little umbilical stump is still attached, evidence that not so long before this picture was taken he was hot-tubbing it in Mommy's amniotic fluid living the easy life of passive placental nutrition.  That was what he was used to, which is why he looks confused.  He was not used to having his eyes open and he certainly was not used to the harsh daylight after so many months in the mood lighting of his little cave.  His skin is fresh-baked pink and he doesn't know he has hands yet.  His janky little newborn pamper is actually too big.  This was our first Wessy.  We loved this Wessy.  We helped this helpless little lamb get used to eating, clothing, day and night time and the concept that people were people, not just muted voices.  

This is our Current Wessy. He is a round, lovey, slobbery, milky joy. He is four months and change in this picture.  He weighs 14lbs 10oz now.  More or less double what he was in the picture above.   This Wessy has adapted swimmingly to the ex utero life.  He is a breastfeeding fanatic, an assenting dolly for the clothes in which mama dresses him, and he has the circadian rhythm thing down cold.  His eyes are bright and open blue saucers.  He spends a great portion of his day Taking Things In.  He is filling out size 3 pampers now.  He certainly knows he has hands.  He additionally knows that he has a mouth.  In fact, he enjoys shoving as much as he can of his hands into his mouth.  He knows that Mommy is a person, not a hot tub with a heartbeat.  He even knows that Mommy has hands.  He enjoys grabbing my hand and shoving into his mouth.   He is grabby, burpy and smells like warm (sometimes sour) milk.  

We love him to pieces.  

Who knows what Wessies await us in the future.  Hopefully some cute ones.  

Four month check up

Wessy had his four month check up the other day.  It went well.  He is right on track in terms of his size and development. 

Still healthy and handsome! More shots...the same ones as last time.  He did fine, barely cried. Daddy mysteriously disappeared to the bathroom during the shots. This is a picture of Daddy handing Wes to me before he left.  "I don't want him to associate me with the shots."

Just a bro drinking a pint

(Of breastmilk)

New today

-My sweet, mellow guy: Wessy and I went to a birthday party tonight and despite all the people, the noise and the music, he calmly took it all in. He gamely let himself be passed around and fawned over, periodically flashing gummy grins until his lids got heavy and he snuggled back into my arms.
-Wessy snake: This is where I pull him by the ankles on his back around the carpet chanting "Wessy snake Wessy snake gooo Wessy snake." Loves it. Except when I suddenly and inadvertently cross some imperceptible line and he starts hating it.
-Solid gold baby: I'm a broken record here, but I really can't believe what a fantastic baby he is. He's been an A #1 infant since day one. Don't know what we did to be so lucky. Wessy, you're the single greatest baby that ever lived.
-Burfing: Wessy has taken to spitting up a little bit when he burps after meals. I've started putting bibs on him, otherwise his clothes will smell like sour milk at the end of the day.

My little buddy

Bath time with daddy