The Squirt:: 10 weeks

Today, my little squirt is 10 weeks old and guess what - I cannot believe where the time has gone.

10 weeks.

Time flies.

He is so much fun that I can hardly believe how lucky I am to have such a great little guy in my family.

He is still happy and content. He can lift his head up all the way when he's on his tummy and unlike his brother, doesn't scream at me for making him do it.

We have so much fun talking to each other every single day. This kid's smile at 10 weeks can light up a room - I can only imagine what it will look like when he's older. The smile and the eye lashes. Oh my! How my boys have such diving eye lashes I don't know, but I'm jealous to say the least.



I suppose that there aren't too many milestones for such a little person - just being alive and happy every day counts for a lot. The Squirt drinks 8 oz. bottles, sleeps peacefully through the night. He loves the Beatles, particularly "all my lovin" and I cannot say enough that he is just the sweetest thing around.

Wyatt's birthday is already such a blur for me. I remember crying the night before as I put Elliott to bed because he was no longer going to be my baby. I remember setting my alarm to wake up at 3 am so I could eat something before my 12 hours of empty stomach started. I remember walking into the hospital more calm and content than I thought i should be, watching baby shows on the tv and getting a little sick to my stomach because the hospital was behind schedule and I was starving.



I was much more alert and aware of the whole c-section process with Wyatt - I even watched my reflection in the light for most of the prep and the start of the surgery. Everything was so fast the second time around, or at least it felt that way. The spinal, the numb legs, Ross coming into the room and then voila! a baby with a head of dark hair and an angry little cry. Absolutely wonderful I tell you.

After Ross left with the baby and my doctor was sewing me up, the conversation turned, believe it or not, to porn stars. I was too out of it to know how it got started, and wasn't of course, interested in participating, but did you know that Adam West (the original Batman) was in naughty movies? That's what my anesthesiologist said. Not sure if it's true, but who knows.

That's all I remember. I was wheeled to recovery and was pretty sleepy when Ross came back in and started making phone calls. Totally drugged and wrapped in blankets - a pretty good feeling. I was more coherent than I thought I would be and by the time we got up to my regular room and they brought my sweet baby too me, life was awesome.

Everything from that point is a blur - I suppose as it should be. Lots of visits and babies and family. Yucky hospital food and a desperate need to get home and start taking care of my family again.

And that was 10 weeks ago. It could have been yesterday and a year ago all at the same time though. Isn't it funny how time plays tricks on you like that. One minute, pregnant and grumpy and miserable and a few hours later, a baby and happy, a little drugged, and immediately forgetting all the yuckiness of only a few hours earlier.

Pretty cool how nature works that way....or in my case, medicine.

I'm one lucky girl to be the mom of such good boys.