Well, looks like Jr is a week old! Seems like a day...wooooosh! I'm glad to report that Jr is doing great with the Jaundice that he has....he had gone up really fast in the levels and if it had gotten in the mid 20's they would have admitted him to the hospital...upper 20's and lower 30's means possible brain damage...and with a jump from 14.5 to 19.5 in one day, we were a little nervous! Thanks for your prayers, he is now off the biliblanket (phototherapy) and the levels are going down and was at 14.8 last Sunday...YAY! I do have to report that Jr. is 2 for 3 in peeing on the nurses at his checkups....unreal...can't take this kid anywhere, must be the Arkansas in him! ;-)
Hot Mama reminded me I forgot to tell yall about the security anklet Jr was wearing at the hospital....I wasn't even there, but non the less, I caused a lock down at the postpartum wing! Ya see, Jr had this little anklet thingy on him and I just assumed it was some type of baby medicine of something, if Hot Mama didn't ask about it, it should be ok, right? Anyways, after one diaper change and putting on one of his gowns, I knocked that thing down some. I meant to put it back, I really did, but I forgot (I'm calling sleep deprivation)! I headed out of the wing to go get some supper one night and found out when I got back that the anklet had lost the skin contact and completely shut down the WHOLE wing....I'm talking silent alarms went off, the exit doors LOCKED into place and it even shut down the friggin' elevators! And I missed it! Oh well, that place needed some action anyways...I don't understand why people were so tired in that wing? ;-)
So far after a week of being a daddy, there's really not much to it...holding the baby, (check)...changing 400 diapers a day...it's amazing how fast you can get good at this(check check) however, the getting up multiple times at night...now that really can get to ya. Getting up at midnight....eh, not too bad....up at 3:00 am...still not bad, but the cranky level is going up...probably up to a 3 outta 10, but when you wake up at 6:00 am and you usually don't get outta bed until 7:15 am...cranky meter goes up to dangerously high!
Geeze...its amazing what your mind does to you without sleep...just last night Jr started crying and woke me up from a dream where I was going to get him and take him to Hot Mama....well, in my dream I had already picked him up, but when I woke up, I didn't have him (obviously). Hot Mama asked me to get him for her and I kept saying, here he is, and was handing him to her...I felt really bad because cranky level was high and I was being persistent that I had already given him to her (he was laying in the bed) Uh oh...Now I can't even tell whats a dream and whats reality....good thing there's a good mental facility close by!
Oh...my...goodness, this boy can poot! I'm talkin' man farts baby! It's so bad Hot Mama asked me one time, was that you or Jr? Can't help but be proud of him if he's only a week old and Mama can't even tell the difference between a daddy toot and son toot...Hehe....I'm so using this as long as I can....(Hot Mama, "Pwew! Did you stink it up Honey?" Me, "Nah, that was the baby!" ;-) I'm telling ya, if you are around him for a few minutes, he's gonna toot....and if you hold him, there's a 80% chance you gonna get tooted on....you've been forewarned!
Hot Mama was crying today (just in happiness) and I said, "Are you crying?" "Yeahhhh" I say, "What for?" She shrugs her shoulders....so I say, "Ok baby, I've been told to watch out if your wife starts crying for no reason....is the sky getting too blue?" We both bust out laughing....
What I don't get is EVERYTHING that this kid does, and EVERYTHING about him, is "sooo sweet" or "sooo cute", or even "soooo precious." I don't get it! Both the nurses he peed on..."He's just sooo sweet.." Seriously? You just got peed on, and you are calling the kiddo, "sweet?" I bet if you knew what Jr was thinking, it would be something like, "hehehe my aim is getting better by the day, before long, I'll be able to get ya in my sleep!" "Look at those little pimples, they're soooo cute!" "Whooops, I heard that toot! You are so cute" Isn't it funny how baby's seem like they could get away with murder, and we all think, "He's so precious". Pooping, farting, sneezing, funny noises, crying, waking up in the middle of the night, burping, zits on the face, and we all think it's cute or precious or sweet. LoL! I mean, I gotta admit, I think the same thing too about my baby who is the cutest baby EVER, but it did get me to thinking....What if I was around someone older? I don't ever remember saying "That's so cute" when someone burped out loud in a restaurant....or "That's sooo sweet" when someone that was sick in my office sneezed all over my desk. Well, I guess it's really always pretty funny when someone farts out loud and didn't mean to, but we still don't think its cute! HA
Where is the dividing line in our judgement of others that we go from cute to profiling someone? Is it a certain age? We all do it...we look at certain people, it certain conditions and BAM, we automatically put them in a certain category. Is that the right thing to do? (I am condemning myself here, because I do it all the time even though I know I shouldn't) And here I am with a baby and my eyes are opening in alot of ways. How can I think one way about a person, when I have no idea who they are? At what point do we change from automatically thinking, that kid or person is so cute, to....that kid or person is up to no good, I can just tell because he's wearing "x". Obviously there is good and bad in the world, but I'm going to try to stop judging by appearance or by what I just think about someone, because the reality is, we really don't know the whole story. John 7:24 says,"Stop judging by mere appearances, but instead judge correctly." Matthew 7:1, "Do not judge, or you too will be judged."
Another thing that has really hit me HARD lately is the fact that I am overweight. I've always been athletic and have gotten away with being a bigger person, but once you have that baby, I've been thinking to myself, "I want to be able to go and do what my son will be doing in the next however many years" I want to be able to play with him and not get tired! I want to be able to be active in his life and be there with him! The only way that can happen is to start putting him ahead of my eating habits, and that's what I'm going to do! Playing baseball in college had completely ruined me from running and I had vowed to not do near as much of it as I had in college....but I am retracting that vow, and am now dedicated to doing what it takes to get back in shape!
From this day on, I am hoping and praying that I will always treat everyone the same, no matter who they are, or what they look like, or what they are doing. Plus, I'm going to do ALOT better job of watching what I eat and get my booty back in shape. The better health I am in, the better I am going to enjoy being a daddy, right? I'm sure I'll have more epiphany's the longer I'm a daddy, so I guess I'll just vow to try and solve the worlds and my problems, one diaper at a time.