These haven’t resolved themselves into a coherent post yet, but I don’t want to forget them:

  • The first time he fell asleep curled up on my chest, I was still in the hospital. I fell asleep too, and I had the most wonderful dream. I dreamed that I was flying.
  • Four days of advice from nurses in the hospital is too many. Especially since they gave conflicting advice. If I had it to do over again, I think I would ask to be discharged on the 3rd day instead. (More details will follow in part 3 of the birth story.)
  • I don’t understand why people would have elective c-sections unless they were at high risk for some problem with a vaginal birth. Recovery from this absolutely sucks. And I suspect that I’m doing relatively well.
  • I miss reading a lot of your blogs. I’m lucky if I can get online for 20 minutes/day right now. I have no idea when I’m going to update my blogroll to add all the blogs I used to read and will read regularly again, soon I hope.
  • The King is a little weed! We were back at the doctor’s office today for the official first full examination, and he weighed in at 9 lbs 1 oz — he may well be back at birth weight 2 weeks after he was born! He’s also grown an INCH already. We live in fear of his teenage years, although at least we won’t have to carry him then.

Fruit & Veg Count:I don’t know what day it is, but I think that today I had 12-15 baby carrots and a banana. Oh, and some carrot souffle.

And here’s a few more pictures of The King and his admiring visitors:

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You can’t tell, but he really did like Erin, and normally found her very soothing. Too bad we didn’t think to take the pictures then.
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And you can see that he adored our friend Sherre. The feeling was mutual!