Monday, November 24, 2008
Jericho is being a baby.
OK, so being a parent of a new born is pretty hard sometimes. Jericho has been having a bit of trouble going to sleep at night. He eats right before we go to bed and looks like he's going to fall asleep and then, "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh..." I joke and say, "Why are you being such a baby?" The obvious answer: Because he IS a baby.
But seriously, it's been a great experience so far and I look forward to the future with my little family. When I came home from work today, Brynn and Jericho were in our bed playing and talking--well on the level of a 3 week old. When I talked to him, I swear he smiled; Or at least, he tried to. I'm pretty sure at least. I mean, I realize that sometimes babies just look like they're smiling when really they just have gas. But I really think he was trying to contort his face into a smile to match mine. And, what's more rewarding than when your kid cuddles with you while you're both falling asleep in front of the TV, late at night--or anytime for that matter. I love that part of being a dad.
I know that these last 3 weeks have been so tough on Brynn. She probably gets like 2 hours of sleep at night--so she can't even get into the good, deep sleep her body so severely lacks. Luckily, she's started pumping a bit of milk and Jericho is fine to eat from the bottle. So, soon he can bottle feed all night and she can sleep. I wish I could help her more. How do moms do it, really? Anyway, my wife is amazing. I love her more than anything and my feelings for her have only intensified since adding Jericho to our mix. We don't live in a mansion, I don't have a million bucks, my f-ing work van won't start right now and my hair gets thinner every year. But I'm living the dream.
To Brynn and Jericho, what more can I say? I love you both.