Those four-letter words...

He's four days old, and we think we'll keep him.

I have to admit that it's a bit of a struggle to write here, not so much because I could really use a few extra arms (although that's part of it) but because it's almost impossible to complete a sentence in this household that doesn't include the words boobs or poop. These things consume our days around here. Any update I could possibly write at the moment pretty much has to include them.

We began our morning with a nice long nursing session, followed by Isaac pooping enthusiastically through his jammies and all over me. He sighed and seemed quite satisfied after that.

Little Man is nursing really well -- his big sister had a much harder time of it and we had to struggle with it for a long time before it was remotely "easy" for either one of us, so despite the inevitable discomfort of the first days of breastfeeding, I'm just thankful that he's eating well and happily filling his diapers.

We took Little Man back to Nancy on Wednesday. He promptly had his first diaper blow-out, and while I'd brought along extra diapers and wipes and blankets, I completely neglected to bring any extra outfits (clearly, I'm out of practice -- sheesh). She cheerfully scooped him up and changed him herself and pulled out a spare onesie, like this is something she does every day. Which she probably does, actually, but I laughed at the thought of our regular pediatrician (who we quite like, and who we'll be seeing at some point) just scooping up the kiddo and changing him for me.

He's lost the appropriate amount of weight, and he's eating well, so I'm not worried there. He also has not one hint of jaundice, which I admit to worrying about, even though in full-term babies it's both common and usually not something to worry about. (Suzannah, as some of you may recall, was very jaundiced within a day of birth and she quickly became dangerously dehydrated -- which was terrifying, and also contributed significantly to our nursing issues. It's amazing how much easier this feels without that added worry -- or the added round-the-clock pumping sessions.)

It was a little surreal to go back there with him and sit in the same room where he was born. I'm actually nostalgic for labor and a little sad that it's over -- which might sound crazy, but there it is. I actually got a little weepy over it, even, because I miss his little kicks inside me and labor was such a fabulous experience this time and now it's all done, it's ALL DONE, and aahhhhh. Tears.

But that's the extent of my hormonal meltdowns so far. I mentioned to Matt that hey! I'm crying a lot less this time! And right away he said, "Yeah." Poor man. When Suzannah was born, I'm sure he felt like he had a new baby and a new wife, and he only liked one of them.

But check back with me after Christmas, when Matt will be back at work and all the grandparents will have gone home and I'm alone with two children and lions and tigers and bears, oh my.