The Charming Tyrants

The Charming Tyrants

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God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears and light for the way. - Anon

Tuesday, January 9, 2007

3 Months Old

Charming turned 3 months old on Sunday. It was a red letter day. He celebrated by blowing spit bubbles and chewing on his fingers. He’s found his fingers and can’t seem to keep them out of his mouth.

It’s amazing how much he’s changed and grown in the last 3 months. I went with Charming’s mama to the doctor on Friday and unofficially he weighed 13.5 lbs and was 23 inches long. They don’t count his height and weight until his well baby check at 4 months.

I suppose I should continue telling his saga from where I left off last time. When Charming came home from the hospital he was jaundiced and his mama was suffering from Post Partum depression. I’m told it can be worse in older mothers. She was basically a chocolate mess and was afraid she was going to be horrible mother because of it. I’m here to tell you she isn’t and never was. She is patient and loving and a wonderful mother.

Charming came home with a light box. It was a blue light that he had to sleep under to help rid him of the jaundice. I found it interesting that the way the pediatrician told Charming’s parents that they’d know if the light box was working was if his poop was changing from a dark yucky green to a mustardy yellow color. Who knew, poop as an indicator of good health! Anyway, he only had to have the light box for about 4 days and spent almost as much time lying in the sun as he did in the box. Wasn’t he adorable?

I took the first 2 weeks of his life off of work, and stayed home to play with the babe and help his mama as much as I could. I loved it when he’d come to visit me and nap on the couch or in my arms. I took way too many pictures and didn’t get to hold him nearly enough. I’m sure none of those first smiles were gas and I’m convinced I’ve been his favorite from the beginning.

Since we’re speaking of poop, let me relate a funny story. One morning Charming’s parents woke up to an interesting smell. Yep, he’d made a wonderful present for Mama and Papa. Being new parents and enthralled with every little thing he does, they praised him to the skies, even telling him how wonderful it was that he’d pooped up is back and all down his legs. Since there was such a bounty of poop they decided they’d pop him into the tub to clean him off. Papa got up and went to run the bath water and Mama took off all of Charming’s clothes, wiped the worst of it off and picked him up to take him in the bathroom. Obviously he’d been waiting for just such a happening because he smiled at his Mama and exploded. Poop on the walls, Mama, the lamp, Mama, the bed, Mama, the bedside table, Mama, the cradle, and Mama. Papa just stood in the bathroom door watching in awe, and probably snickering a little bit.

1 comment:

Cindy said...

LMAO @ the explosion! Poor Mama!!


been there, done that LOLOL!