Josiah has been home for 5 days and it has been so much fun. However, I didn't realize I crazy I am until now. I have the most irrational fears now that I have a child. I think that in the middle of the night he is just going to stop breathing and there is nothing I can do about it. I also have a fear that I, or anyone else for that matter, will drop him on some hard surface. Crazy, I know. Other than my ridiculous irrational fear of the ocean and heights, I consider myself to be a pretty sane person. Not anymore. Any other mothers out there get like this when they became a mother?
I don't mind the lack of sleep. He is so freaking adorable that I don't care that he wakes up and stays up for nearly 2 hours at a time. Yes, we're working on getting his days and nights correct, but I really don't mind. Especially since I get a good nap in from 8-11am.
He makes the cutest noises. Chris has nicknamed him Squeaky because instead of crying he squeaks. So I have come to differentiate the squeaks... which one means he's hungry v. which one means he needs a diaper change. And let me just say that our son is definitely a combination of the Reyes/Munselle genes because he poops and farts ALL THE TIME. The only time he cries is when we change his diaper. We thought he would cry during a bath, but he LOVES baths. It's really fun.
I could go on and on and it's only been 9 days. More to come later. I'm tired and need to go get my 2 1/2 hours of sleep.