It wasn't always nice and simple like today. The first few days were so exhausting. We were running on adrenaline, constantly tired and totally 100 percent focused on the baby. Is he breathing, eating, sleeping, getting changed.
The milk did not come in so he lost a little weight the first few days. Our doctor did not tell us that this was normal and my wife and I felt awful. I mean, really awful. We both left the office thinking we were the worst parents in the world. Baby Joey sucked down the formula and he was just hungry. He stopped crying at once. Poor little guy.
So after we gave him formula, he ended up being a normal baby. Started gaining weight immediately. My wife and I gave him the bottle and then sometimes she would pump after. We had no free time. It was crazy. My in-laws place looked like a science lab with all the countless bottles around. The dining room table has now been changed to his changing station.
Oh man, the bundle of joy is growing, and I can't get enough. I just wanted to remind myself of these times. The times I know we will forget. The feeding, the pumping, all the exhausted hours of just trying to get him to be "normal". Well the little man has grown, and we are so blessed.
