5,875,200 seconds
It's amazing to think that almost six million seconds have passed since the birth of my son. With such a large number, it seems like so long ago, but put in perspective, is only a brief duration of time. Looking back on the 47 days we spent in the hospital, I still don't know how we persevered. Each and every day, we would make the hour and a half commute into the city, walk into his room, and hope for a discharge announcement. There were days that it seemed like it was imminent, and others that seemed like it would never come. Ultimately, our son decided when he was going to be released, and chose the weekend of the Blizzard of 2013. We were amused, only because it felt like he had it all planned out from the day he was born, and was waiting for his due date to be released.
We drove home that Saturday afternoon, with him securely fastened in a properly installed car seat, ecstatic that we would be snowed in together as a family. Sure, that night was the beginning of many sleepless nights, but we wouldn't want it any other way. The fact that we only had to take a few steps from our bed to where he slept (or wept) was incredibly comforting.
Since he's been home, we've learned quickly that time has become infinitely more valuable. We're learning to adjust our schedules to coincide with his (roughly) three hour maintenance cycles. A full service includes 4oz of breast milk, a diaper change, and tummy time and takes anywhere from 30-60 minutes. Generally, he's pretty consistent, but moments of irregularity creep in occasionally. I'll admit that I'm looking forward to being able to interact with him more, instead of the one way conversations we have now. *amused*
I love being a dad. Even though he's only a little over two months old (3 weeks corrected age), he amuses me every day with his facial expressions, peculiar sound effects, and general demeanor. I can't imagine how much more entertaining he'll be when he learns how to speak! Don't get me wrong, it's not all sunshine and rainbows, especially in the middle of the night, but somehow, with the right partner, you make it work.
Go Team Sh'Armen!
We drove home that Saturday afternoon, with him securely fastened in a properly installed car seat, ecstatic that we would be snowed in together as a family. Sure, that night was the beginning of many sleepless nights, but we wouldn't want it any other way. The fact that we only had to take a few steps from our bed to where he slept (or wept) was incredibly comforting.
Since he's been home, we've learned quickly that time has become infinitely more valuable. We're learning to adjust our schedules to coincide with his (roughly) three hour maintenance cycles. A full service includes 4oz of breast milk, a diaper change, and tummy time and takes anywhere from 30-60 minutes. Generally, he's pretty consistent, but moments of irregularity creep in occasionally. I'll admit that I'm looking forward to being able to interact with him more, instead of the one way conversations we have now. *amused*
I love being a dad. Even though he's only a little over two months old (3 weeks corrected age), he amuses me every day with his facial expressions, peculiar sound effects, and general demeanor. I can't imagine how much more entertaining he'll be when he learns how to speak! Don't get me wrong, it's not all sunshine and rainbows, especially in the middle of the night, but somehow, with the right partner, you make it work.
Go Team Sh'Armen!