Taking Matters Into Your Own Hands

When it's time for dinner, it's time for dinner. Apparently I wasn't moving things along quick enough for little Gavin. So, he decided to take matters into his own hands. The funny thing is that I've never seen him suck his thumb (or hand) like this. I've seen him shove his fists into his mouth or gnaw on my shoulder waiting for slow Mommy to "prepare" for his feeding, but not this. So, when I looked down I just expected him to be rooting around as usual.

He had his first visit with the pediatrician yesterday. He's doing very well and has gained almost all of his weight back from birth - up to 6lbs .06 ounces. Mommy and G had to hold him down through another PKU test - but at least it wasn't a succession of shots. I always hated being Baeleigh's visual as they poked her with needles. You always seem like the bad guy.

My best lesson though was that I learned I had to "tuck" Gavin's "package" down when putting on a diaper. The ped was checking his circumcision and proceeded to do this and I asked, "Oh, are you supposed to do that?" Yes, she said, but "I learned that from having my own son, not something you learn in med school." We all had a good laugh. That would explain why he was going through about five outfits a day. We just thought it was the vaselined gauze that we had to apply for his circumcision. Ah, the things you learn with having a new baby boy...it's a whole new world. Eight days old and I've already been peed on twice and poo'ed on once.