Well, it’s day 8 of Walt’s life. The first few days were a bit of a steep learning curve with the interrupted sleep and feeding – so much feeding. But it seems we’ve almost got some sort of routine. He’s begun to sleep for 4 hour stretches at night. My mental health will be saved via a Moby Wrap as it’s important that I have the use of both of my hands for street fights. No stroller for us. Walt continues to act like a drunken sailor – at one moment angry and beligerent and at the next delightfully charming and always bobbing his head around.
Ryan and I are a little concerned that he really hasn’t cramped our style. Somehow our pre-baby life style was so low-key we really haven’t had to change too much. The only difference is that I can do things tipsy again. But not co-sleep; I do my drinking in the afternoons.
Hahah.. happy to hear that!