Then we got home. That first night, he was fussy and whiny and crying and kicking, and his stomach seemed to be part of the protest. We were trying everything, grabbing new outfits, new blankets, new diapers, and around 3:30 in the morning, Rob even grabbed a book about healthy sleep patterns to see if there were some kind of emergency instructions for what to do if the baby just will not sleep. A laundry basket became the “HazMat” box. Any fear of feces disappeared from Rob forever. Jackson’s crying is still reverberating around Rob’s head two days later. Finally at 4 am, Rob fell asleep. Noelle did not and Jackson did not. They didn’t fall asleep until about five minutes before Rob’s alarm went off. Oops.
In the morning, house guests Shannon and her mother, Phyllis, helped us out by watching him so we could catch up on a little sleep. (Of course this is in addition to all the other wonderful and helpful things they did for us while they were here.) We woke up three hours later to be told Jackson had been asleep since we gave him to them. According to the doctor, his sudden change was either due to the change in environment or the discomfort from his circumcision. Things are going much better now, but that first night – every fear about not being ready to be a parent and every frustration you’ve felt when you can’t stop someone from crying arose and scared the hell out of me. Since then, I’ve felt better – we figured out the importance of burping and found Jackson likes to sleep in his swing rather than his bassinet. But mostly it’s that realization that every kid is different, and we just have to find the different ways to make Jackson stay healthy, beautiful, and happy. Last night Jackson fed every three hours without a fuss and immediately fell asleep afterwards. Now here’s just a heaping helping of pictures of the boy, because that’s why you’re really here.