Some days I can hardly believe it has only been 7 weeks (tomorrow) since
Malcolm was born, and other days I
can't believe it has already been 7 weeks. The nightmare of the early
days when Malcolm was in the NICU is receding, and while I remember it
and could tell you all the details, the emotional impact is no longer so
vivid in my
mind. Neither is birth or the first couple of weeks at home, sitting on
the couch watching the Olympics with a little tiny baby. I guess that is
how it is with memory normally, but in our day to day lives we don't
really pay that close of attention or have anything worth looking back
on in the same way, so we don't notice the memories getting a little
hazy. Nor do most events and people we remember change so rapidly as
with a new baby. He is different every single day.
7 Weeks, minus one day
We have been walking Miikka around the neighborhood almost every morning, usually with Malcolm in the baby carrier strapped to my chest. I'm learning to read his cues; he's starting to make actual grins and cooing noises. He's sleeping a lot longer at night now, so I only feel like crying in frustration or exhaustion every couple of days, instead of several times a day. I am so looking forward to watching him as he continues to develop and grow!
Benjamin X and Benjamin XI contemplating each other