Given how the day began today was as easy a day as one could ask for. After getting you to sleep around 2:30am my head hit the pillow and away I went. When I awoke Mommy had you in the nursery and Mom-Mom was already getting set to leave. It was around 8:00am... A bit foggy from the mere 5 hours of sleep, I awoke because I heard you crying; And it was everything anybody could do to help you to stop crying! You were clearly uncomfortable, undoubtedly because your belly was aching, so we all took turns trying to console, feed, and burp you. Soon after you began to calm a bit and I thought we might be out of the woods, Mommy went to lunch with some friends - and for a great cause, I might add. Mommy belongs to a group called "The Giving Circle" who meets now and again to discuss how to raise awareness to things like Pediatric Cancer and Premature Birth Awareness, but that's another story. Anyway, right after your Mother left, so did Mom-Mom to head home back to New Jersey. It was just me and you now! And what do you suppose happened then??
You fussed and cried so hard for so long that I began to run out of solutions and so was forced to get creative! I began dancing around and singing you songs I would make up on the fly, of which if anybody'd seen me or heard me they may well have thought I'd gone mad! I gave you a bath, changed you, dressed you, sang to you, danced with you, and fed you again... Still, the Lion Heart ROARED!! In a last ditch effort to help make you more comfortable, I took to trying to burp you again... Somewhere on the edge of concern for hurting you and helping to make you more comfortable, I began to give you some pretty good thumps on your back. THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP!!! And finally you let out a massive belch! It was exactly what needed to happen. In literally seconds you were sound asleep in my arms. No doubt exhausted from the whole ordeal. It was now 12:30pm and you wouldn't so much as blink again until 4:30pm; some four hours later.
After that, the day was just fine. An easy, relaxing day resting on the couch and watching a bit of television while you snoozed the day away. And tomorrow morning, a visit to the Pediatrician. Mommy and me have a bet as to how much you'll weigh. I said 6 lb. 2 oz. Mommy thinks 5 lb. 11 oz. I'll of course let you know how it turns out! As for the night my Conor an Chroí Lion, get your rest, Son. You've got some growing to do.
I love you, Boy'O.
-Dad
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