This has been an amazing couple of weeks at home. Paul and I have found a rhythm that seems to work for us, and we just go with the flow as much as possible. Kieran sets the pace and timing of our days.

Life right now is a series of 3-hour cycles consisting of waking up, changing a diaper, feeding him (breast, bottle or both), burping, changing diapers again if necessary and then getting him back to sleep. Sometimes this whole reboot takes 45 minutes. Usually it takes a good two hours. Just depends on how fussy Mr. Kieran is feeling and how gassy he is (it’s worse in the evenings.) Kieran needs to eat every three hours or so, so the length of the nap is dependent on when his little tummy starts growling again. We get a longer nap out of him when he’s only had formula, since it takes longer to digest. (As opposed to a breast milk bottle or a mixed bottle of EBM and formula, which is what he gets most often.) He’s now starting to have longer awake and alert periods after a meal, which is really cool to get to interact with him for a while before he passes out.

Paul and I mostly stay awake together during the day (hopefully catching a nap during the day too) but at night we tend to trade off a bit on who gets up. I tend to cover the midnight-ish shift, Paul catches the 3:00am-ish shift, and I’ll be up with Kieran around 6:00am or 7:00am when he’s back up, since the 3:00am shift tends to be a longer one these days. I let Paul sleep in as late as I can, usually to the 10:00am-ish cycle. Then we’re both up from there to do it all over again. But we’re both flexible and frequently get up together in the dark of the night to keep each other company or at least to help make a bottle while the other one changes Kieran. Once Kieran gets good and going at being hungry or wet, it’s hard to ignore, even if you are still in bed. We both find it easier to deal with being up (again) when we’re not doing it by ourselves. We’re watching a lot of NCIS and Law & Order these days.

Kieran has two main nicknames these days: Pumpkin (cuz that’s just what I call him) and SquirmBot, because holy cats, this child was built to SQUIRM and he’s an expert already. He has two best friends: Mr. Hand and Mr. Hand. He chews on his hands all the time and always has them in his face. He’s constantly trying to poke his own eyes out. (Yes, we keep his fingernails trimmed because of this… he came out with a big scratch under his eye and we want to avoid that in the future, plus he claws the hell out of my boob while he’s nursing.) Feeding is fun because we constantly have to explain to him that while his hands are undoubtedly fun, they provide no nutrition and thusly won’t help his grumbly tummy. We’re getting better at prying his hands out of his mouth and quickly jamming in the bottle or boob. But it’s incredible to watch him play with his hands – it’s like he’s conducting some symphony that only he can hear.

Kieran is starting to really fill out his newborn clothes and diapers. We’ve had him in newborn sized disposable diapers because his cloth diapers were too big when we brought him home. The preemie-sized cotton inside parts fit fine, but the outer waterproof covers were too big. Now the preemie-sized cotton inside parts are getting a little snug, but the next size up are HUGE on him. We’re using cloth and disposable now – and will be making good use of the various-sized partial packages of diapers that Caroline and Jamila gifted us from their growing babies. We’re thinking that maybe we can strap Kieran into a size 1 diaper this weekend and it maybe won’t fall off his little bottom.

But yeah, cloth diapers are in effect!! Paul and I are both very happy about this. They’re easy to use (not any harder to apply to SquirmBot than a disposable) and honestly Kieran seems more comfortable in them. He truly squawks less during cloth diaper changes. And for Paul and I: not seeing weird little moisture absorbent chemical crumbs on our baby’s little junk is comforting. Disposable diapers are a necessary evil as far as we’re concerned, so we’re happier all around when we don’t have to use them.

I’m positive that all parents feel this way, but Paul and I marvel at how beautiful Kieran is. He’s just so FREAKING CUTE. The looks he gives us when we’re trying to burp him, with his little forehead all wrinkled up… I can only imagine that as a toddler he’s going to glare at us for something and it will be all we can do to keep a straight face.

It still doesn’t seem real that we have a baby. I am in awe of myself that I was pregnant and gave birth to a healthy child. It almost seems like a dream now that I was ever pregnant. Other than occasionally leaking boobs and a few new stretch marks, I’d never know that 24 days ago I had a 6lb4oz baby inside me. Oh, and the 8″ incision across my bikini line… (For the record, total weight gained during the pregnancy was 18 pounds. I walked out of the hospital back at the same weight I was at my first OB appointment at 5w4d, and as of last week’s checkup with Dr. Schwartz I was 9 pounds under my 1st appointment weight. I’m not trying to lose anything, but between breastfeeding and forgetting when I ate last, it’s coming off anyway. Mind you, I’m not complaining – but I don’t expect it to last either.)

My life is absolutely not what I thought it would be a year ago. It’s like the slate has been wiped clean for me. I didn’t have a “five year plan” or anything specific for myself, but there were certain assumptions I had about how things would continue for Paul and I. Now all that has changed. I can’t see very far into the future now, and that scares me a little. (OK, a lot.) But I’m confident that Paul and I will make it good for our little boy, regardless. It’s all about him now.

I am enjoying this time with my husband as much as I’m enjoying my baby. Paul and I are really working together as a team – as I knew we would. We’ve always been good at that. But now we’re …. more. It’s hard to describe, but Team Us is even stronger now. I’m finding all new reasons to love Paul. He’s taken SUCH good care of me during the pregnancy and afterwards, even with the gross after-Cesarean stuff. He’s still always trying to make me take it easy and has been constantly reminding me that I did just have major abdominal surgery. He’s been incredible as I struggled with Baby Blues and hormones and the breastfeeding troubles we’ve had. (SO.Much.Crying.) The hugs in the kitchen as I’m cleaning bottles and breast pump attachments and he’s making more formula. The forehead kisses and slurred “I love you” as we both pass out in bed, nearly asleep before our heads hit the pillows. The laughter as Paul gets pee’d on AGAIN. (Eventually he’ll get the timing down of covering the teeny peeny with the clean diaper faster.) But most of all: seeing Paul with his son. It takes my breath away and chokes me up every time. I know that look he has on his face when he’s talking with Kieran – I’ve seen him look at me that way. I love him all the more for giving me my son.