When we got home from the hospital we all instantly hit the ground running trying to make up for the fact he came a week early and therefore we weren't 100% ready for him. For days family hung around to help and see Finn, and I put all my efforts into polishing up the last few logistical issues that we hadn't settled yet like getting all the machines ready and getting the nursery fixed up.
I had taken off work the week he was born so 100% of my focus was on Finn and Lindsey and what we needed to do to survive. I got a little extra sleep thanks to my mom and her mom and with that I did everything I could to knock out as many tasks as I could including things that hung around from 2018 like cleaning my room or cleaning off my nice shoes sitting in the garage since our pregnancy photoshoot. Its like I had a new energy to do, and a new motivation to accomplish that I never had before.
But eventually the circus calmed down and a few days in I finally got the chance to spend some time with just me and him at night and the experience is something I will never forget. He was just so small and fragile, and in many ways felt more like a toy doll rather than an actual person. He didn't have a full blown cry yet, only a whimper that endeared Lindsey to him greatly. And he didn't quite fit into much of the things we had for him yet, so it was mostly about holding him and making sure he was ok.
I was told by many parents as I headed into this era that the time would move fast and that kids grow up fast, so I was determined to try and soak in as much as I could seeing as how I knew Finn was probably my first and last chance to experience a newborn. Every new first- first bath, first walk, first trip out of the house, first interaction with Luna- all were cherished moments that we tried to document and enjoy.
But more than anything else the experience that amazed me the most in that first week was the feeling of him pooing in my arms. Overall at that point his little body was weak and it didn't seem like he had any muscles except the ones in his guts that I could feel twist and stretch and it would push the poo into a diaper. Sitting there holding him go through the most basic of human experiences and having that event take over his whole body made me feel sympathy for him for the first time, and made me relate to him for the first time as a fellow human.
Eventually the days turned into the first week, and then I had to go back to work, and then before I knew it we were passing the month mark without nearly as much fanfare. Looking back that first week and having him poo on me was a very special window in my life, a keystone moment that I will be able to mentally slip back into years and years from now.
I had taken off work the week he was born so 100% of my focus was on Finn and Lindsey and what we needed to do to survive. I got a little extra sleep thanks to my mom and her mom and with that I did everything I could to knock out as many tasks as I could including things that hung around from 2018 like cleaning my room or cleaning off my nice shoes sitting in the garage since our pregnancy photoshoot. Its like I had a new energy to do, and a new motivation to accomplish that I never had before.
But eventually the circus calmed down and a few days in I finally got the chance to spend some time with just me and him at night and the experience is something I will never forget. He was just so small and fragile, and in many ways felt more like a toy doll rather than an actual person. He didn't have a full blown cry yet, only a whimper that endeared Lindsey to him greatly. And he didn't quite fit into much of the things we had for him yet, so it was mostly about holding him and making sure he was ok.
I was told by many parents as I headed into this era that the time would move fast and that kids grow up fast, so I was determined to try and soak in as much as I could seeing as how I knew Finn was probably my first and last chance to experience a newborn. Every new first- first bath, first walk, first trip out of the house, first interaction with Luna- all were cherished moments that we tried to document and enjoy.
But more than anything else the experience that amazed me the most in that first week was the feeling of him pooing in my arms. Overall at that point his little body was weak and it didn't seem like he had any muscles except the ones in his guts that I could feel twist and stretch and it would push the poo into a diaper. Sitting there holding him go through the most basic of human experiences and having that event take over his whole body made me feel sympathy for him for the first time, and made me relate to him for the first time as a fellow human.
Eventually the days turned into the first week, and then I had to go back to work, and then before I knew it we were passing the month mark without nearly as much fanfare. Looking back that first week and having him poo on me was a very special window in my life, a keystone moment that I will be able to mentally slip back into years and years from now.
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