Davis is now two weeks old. It seems like he’s been a part of our family for much longer than two weeks. It’s kind of that same feeling that I have about Tracy and I; it just seems like we were always “we.” Prior to giving birth, I worried incessantly about how Davis would completely alter our lives once he arrived, and it’s true he has brought about many changes, but not in any of the ways I was concerned about. When I hold him and look at him as he makes a variety of expressions from smiling to looking at us like he has no clue who we are, I realize that although we didn’t plan his arrival, he is definitely a welcome addition to Tracy and me.
On the night I found out I was pregnant, I worried about stretch marks, waking up in the middle of the night, and that Tracy wouldn’t love me anymore. Well, I didn’t get any stretch marks, waking up in the middle of the night for the purpose of feeding is definitely more rewarding than waking up in the middle of the night to worry about something trivial, and as far as I can tell, Tracy hasn’t stopped loving me at all. If anything, his actions have shown that his capacity to love have multiplied a hundred fold. So, Davis has done nothing but make things better.
Yesterday, Davis went to the doctor for his two week well baby visit. He weighed in at 9 pounds 8 ounces. On the day after he was born he was down to 8 pounds 6 ounces, so he has exceeded the amount of weight he was expected to gain. He is in the 75th percentile for weight and the 90th percentile for his height. Apparently, he is going to be a big boy. The entire time the doctor examined him, he just lay on the table intently staring at her. She questioned if he was always that alert. As long as he is well fed and changed, he is content.
Last night, Davis kept fussing even though he had been fed and changed. At around 4 AM, I decided to pick him up and rock him only to find that his swaddling blanket was wet. I unwrapped him and his gown was wet. I removed the gown and found that his diaper was halfway off!!! Some people would blame the diaper issue on whoever placed the diaper on the child, but I’m no fool, that diaper incident wasn’t Tracy’s fault, it is to be blamed on a faulty diaper or either Davis was trying to peel the diaper off and return to his natural state of being. It has to be one of the two. Once Davis was changed, he was more than happy to rest in his Moses basket without another peep.
So, we’ve made it through two whole weeks, virtually unscathed. We already have some stories to tell. I’m sure Davis will keep them coming.