That this perfect little person grew in my belly.
I mean…his intricate little ears and ten tiny fingers and toes and his little yawn that is so ridiculously adorable. I won’t even start on baby sneezes…it’s disgusting, really, how long I can go on…and on…and ON.
Nine months and out pops perfect little Kellan.
It’s incredible, really. I guess that’s why it’s called a miracle and I guess that’s why you form an instant bond.
How could you not immediately love someone who is, literally, half of you?
The stretches Kellan does when he wakes up mimic what he did in the womb. I see them and am like, “Ohhhh….so THAT’S what your feet were doing in my ribs! It makes so much sense, now!”
Life is slowly getting into the *new normal.* Tim’s parents are here until Saturday so I won’t really be on my own until next week…but Tim went back to work today for the first time after Kellan’s two week check up this morning.
Kellan is doing great. He’s almost gained back his birth weight…we’re two ounces off the mark. I’d like to think he’s way past it, however, based on how often he eats. He’s in the 25th percentile for weight, 75th for height and 90+ for head size. The weight-height discrepancy has left him with skinny stick arms and legs and the head size…well…make of that what you will.
Anyhow, Tim, on the other hand, had a hard time getting himself out the door to go to work. I really can’t blame him. I don’t think I could do it.
We need to become independently wealthy…somehow. We’re taking donations towards the cause.
Now…because I can…and because I’m sure you’re tired of my ramblings from the boob (aka posting while nursing):
Kellan’s first walk
The Superman stretch