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Well Dang...

A huge thanks to all who have sent their congratulations and well-wishes after Alex's birth. It is very much appreciated! I had really hoped to be able to blog more about these first weeks of parenthood, but it's amazing how difficult it's been to get near the computer for more than a minute or two at a time. Let me also apologize for all of the emails that I've so far failed to return. I really do want to right back to you all, and will as soon as I can.


Alexander is one month old today! He's really an amazing little kid and his Mom and I are completely smitten with him... which is a good thing, because right now he's also being a challenge. It's certainly not his fault. The poor kid has been through a lot in the last week or so. He seemed to be having horrible gas pains. We've adjusted his diet and added some gripe water and that seemed to be helping... then he went in for surgery to correct a problem that was discovered shortly after birth. We can tell that his recovery is making him really uncomfortable. How can we tell? He screams like a maniac about 12 hours a day, and doesn't seem terribly happy about anything the other twelve. Our pediatrician says we can up his pain medication a bit and see if that helps. Hopefully that will make a difference. They say that babies recover from this kind of thing very quickly, so maybe he'll be more comfortable in a few days. There is nothing more heartbreaking than having your beautiful new baby howling and screaming and having no idea how to make it better.


I'm back at work now... which feels way to soon. Things are busy in the bookmines, and I'm doing the best I can to cope while suffering from sleep deprivation. I'd much rather be home with Liz and the baby. I feel guilty for being here, instead of home helping my wife and child deal with this difficult period. I know that I don't really have a choice, but that doesn't make it easier.


With all that said, I love being a father. Watching this little guy grow and change and get a little more engaged in the world everyday is just about the coolest thing ever. I don't even mind (and even sometimes find it weirdly charming) when he spits up or pisses on me. We find ourselves cheering him on when he burps, farts, and poops. As his vision gets better, we can see him noticing things and trying to interact with them. Everything he does is weirdly breathtaking.

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Liza:

EVERY single time Noah burps, we shower him with praise. All that stuff is so weirdly charming. But it's such a contagious habit...we've started complimenting each other on good burps too!

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