Grandma arrives, George sleeps
Spacespacespace Last night was considerably better than George's first night at home - he had a bit more to eat during the day, and actually had a few stretches of pretty decent sleep in the night. Only rocky time was between 1:30am and 2:45am when his daddy rocked him and walked him around while Mummy got a bit of sleep. He was pretty good - not really many tears, however he simply didn't want to sleep.
This morning Barbara arrived and promptly got to making her aquaintance with her grandson. Unfortunately, George wasn't particularly keen to awake from his morning slumber to mark the occasion, but some nice cuddles did eventuate. After the unwrapping of some absolutely lovely presents (thank you notes to come, for anyone who sent gifts), we had a bit of lunch and the little dude went back to clocking up his 16 hours of sleep. Oh, what a life.
The cold weather seems to suit the rascals (as in the cats - Ben and Pop), as it means that we turn the heaters on - and they sit next to them all day. Seriously, an injured mouse dressed in a catnip jacket with pockets stuffed full of tuna could run across the lounge floor, and they still wouldn't move from next to the heater. If said mouse was dragging a still-warm heater behind him, they might consider checking him out.
Anyway - here are a few of George sleeping this afternoon (in the top left of the photos you can see the foot of the pink hippopotamus that Aunty Jane and Uncle Eliot gave him). I've also knocked up a photo of Ben, because I'm feeling guilty about his cyberspace neglect.
First night - can we get a refund?
spacespacespace Of course I'm kidding - but funk me that first night was tough. He was an angel all day, and then we settled him at about 11:30pm after his last feed. That lasted all of about 5 minutes, when he started wailing. To cut a long story short, he slept from about 3am to 5am, and I had to reset / readjust my alarm clock four times in the night. We both looked like hell this morning and George was none the wiser. Come morning and he was back to angel status. Can babies get jetlag? Perhaps that's it...
Anyway, a much better day today. This was certainly aided by some gripe water (never heard of it myself, but went and bought it at the recommendation of a nurse at the hospital), which appears to clear the litle guy's... *ahem* passages. After a teeny few precious drops, he burps like his daddy and then farts like a champ. It appears that this is one of the main reasons for any grizzles he has - a bit of stored wind. Am I venturing into "too much information" territory now? Nah - that would be more like telling you that he managed to hit his own face with his wee yesterday. Which was a partly hilarious and partly alarming (but mostly hilarious - well, for me and Rachel. Less so for little G).
I took a few photos today, but nothing fancy - just straight out of the camera. All were taken as he was having a cuddle with his Mum on the couch. He has quite the yawn on him for someone who weighs 3kg.
Home at last
Well, after three days in hospital, we've managed to bring the little hairy cuddlemonster home. The transition from hospital to home was made a million times easier by the kindness of our friend Carolin, who offered to drive us home. It made the end of our 4 day ordeal pretty awesome really. Little George has spent the day squawking, grizzling, feeding and sleeping (he's asleep now, hence the fairly decent length post), but for most of the time he's been an absolute angel. The night nurse told Rachel that he was her "baby of the month", as he didn't complain about anything and just slept and looked around. "I don't want him to go home - I want to keep him until he is two years old!" is what she told Rachel. I'm sure she says that to everyone, but a little bit of me was rather proud of the little fella.
Here are a few photos from today - the first taken on the proper camera and the send taken on my phone:
Project George, Day 3
Well, we've managed to get through day 3 of George without making any ridiculous mistakes. He really is just the sweetest little fella. When he's not feeding or crying about being fed, he either sleeps like a little angel, or just opens his eyes and looks around the room (although he certainly sees nothing except for weird shapes and lights). He's pretty alert when he's awake, and when he's asleep he twitches and squawks - and occasionally wakes himself up. It's adorable. He's also developed a most excellent habit of crying, then either farting or burping... and then passing out into a blissful little slumber. Perhaps he's more like his Daddy than we had initially thought...
Tomorrow he comes home, and I'm really looking forward to it. I've had a word to the cats and they don't seem to appreciate that their world is about to turn upside down. In particular, Ben still thinks he rules the house. Poor creature has a bit of a shock coming to him tomorrow...
I'll leave you with this picture of the little guy, fast asleep. I took this a few hours ago as Rachel and I were tucking into a bit of dinner:
Sleepy George
Little George had his first visitors yesterday, Uncle John and Aunty Kate. Daddy was too disorganised to download the photos from his phone, but below are a few of the little fella looking downright tired. Mummy is coping beautifully and is loving her new little man. Out of the hospital Thursday morning and thankfully a long week next week with Chinese New Year. Barbara arrives Saturday morning, which will make our first few weeks with George at home infinitely easier!
Here's the little guy:
The nurse tried to brush my hair like Daddy's
A few more of the little guy
George!
Nope, still no baby.
Spacespacespace We even indulged in a bit of curry last night. Nada, nothing, not a bean. Oh well. It's only a day or two late, and according to our doctor, the due date is today going by his calculations.
The boys are showing solidarity in these cold winter months:
