Two Weeks

Ahhh, sweet second week... Our little Leo blessed me with several nights in a row of 5-hour sleeps. What a rock star! I couldn't believe how 'human' I felt after a couple of nights of longer sleeps myself. It didn't last through the third week, but I sure was grateful for it while it lasted.

I also experienced my first four-alarm diaper in the second week! I always thought it funny that Leo has peed and pooped on his dad a number of times, but never on me. That changed... I was on speaker phone with my friend when it happened, pee in a perfect arch, landing exactly on my cell phone! And then the poops started. Oh, the poops. It was an adventure. I didn't know which end to start at! Sweet baby, he was amused methinks.

In the second week he showed us how strong he is by rolling over on his play mat, putting his weight on his feet when we held him, and pressing his little feet against my arm to stop me from tickling his delicious toes. His neck is really strong as are his stubborn little arms, which he likes to keep right up by his face when he nurses. That's proven to be challenging for Mom to wrestle little fingers, a hungry mouth, a nursing bra, and the Boppy pillow all at once, but it's always good for some laughs.

Also in the second week I felt I got to see a beautiful and emerging side of my sweet husbie. He was supposed to return to work in the second week, but the mere thought of his return left me in a pool of tears, unable to function. Despite all the compelling economic reasons he SHOULD have returned, he took another week off to help me stabilize a bit. Indeed, the second week is when my baby blues hit. Lots of weeping in this week, but I always had a strong shoulder to cry on and a beautiful son to focus on. The biggest melt down happened when I was trying to fill my water bottle while balancing it on my knee and holding Leo in the other arm. Of course, the bottle dropped and water went all over the kitchen floor, at which point it seemed perfectly appropriate to burst into a flood of tears and fall apart. Luis came to the rescue; he gently guided me to the couch, brought me a box of Kleenex, took the baby, and mopped up the kitchen floor. Heaven help the mama...

I have loved watching Luis as a father. He is ever patient, loving, attentive, and devoted. He makes up silly songs, dances with our baby, tells him stories, talks him through diaper changes, and constantly tells him that his mama is beautiful. I couldn't be more pleased with my mate. He is wonderful.

Other than the weepies, the second week was magical and sweet. Lots of down time as a family, our first walk around the block, visits from family and friends, and continuing the life-long and wonderful process of falling in love, again and again and again.