I still can't believe that I'm a "mom" - the word still makes me think of my own mom, or of all the other wonderful moms I know. It's bizarre to hear people refer to me as "Gerard's Mom." Can I really be a mom? How is this possible? But today, I got to hear myself in the circle announce that I'm a new mom, my baby's name is Gerard, and he was in the NICU for a long time. (Kind of like at an AA meeting, although I've never actually attended one but have seen them on TV). He's home on oxygen, and I'm attending the meeting for support and information that might be helpful. And...informative it was, especially the part about poop. For those of you who don't know, baby's who are breastfed can poop up to 3-4 times a day. It's mustardy in appearance and grainy in texture and they went on and on about poop. On and on and on. Yes...that's why I was getting concerned about him not pooping for 4 days. We think he's just using the milk he's getting to grow. He's looking a lot rounder.
Also - see all the fun photos from Carla's visit and other visitors who have come 'round in recent days. Today marks 6 weeks that we've been home. It feels like it was just yesterday, yet we've
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