Thursday, January 9, 2014

Love, the Second Round

It is still amazing to me that we have two handsome little boys in our house now. Two tiny people who we are responsible for raising, teaching, disciplining, and caring for for the rest of our lives. Sometimes I wonder how I got here. Life is so good. 

Asher was born December 20th, at 9:32 pm, and has been the easiest little person I never expected. Everything his brother put us through, he isn't. He came out quietly breathing and curled up, sleepy and calm--they only got one feeble cry out of him before he was perfectly content and relaxed (so relaxed he immediately peed all over me, but hey).  He fed for over an hour and never left our arms. He sleeps. He rarely cries. He doesn't projectile vomit. He likes his legs swaddled (just don't dare tuck his arms!). He sucks his hands. Did I mention he sleeps?

He has strawberry blond hair and dark blue eyes. The hair color skipped 2 generations and comes from his great-grandmother (my mother-in-laws mother who died 37 years ago, before even Coach and his brothers were born). He looks just like his daddy did at birth. 

Lloyd has been remarkable. He is patient and kind; he kisses his brother every time he passes him in the rocker. He gave him one of his Buzz Lightyear toys and refuses to play with it now because "no, momma, thas Ashers Buzz." Be still my heart big boy. 

When I put Lloyd down for nap, invariably Asher comes too. Lloyd asks now, when ready to nap: "juice, book, nap? Ashers come wit momma?" And we all lay in bed together reading. I swear, every day, Asher has open eyes as we read our nap books listening. Sharing nap time together. 

There are hard times.  Middle of the night fussy when he has drained both sides and has a gas bubble I can't burp out. Then I have to wake daddy to work his baby burp magic. Then my let-down happens, we finish the feed, and sleep again. He sleeps best next to or on you. The moby is my friend, yet again. 

He has issues with gas, partly because I am producing a good quantity of milk and he gets excited and starts gulping it down to try and keep up. But after now 2 1/2 weeks I have learned that when he de-latches to take a breath, to burp him and he will let a good expulsion of air out. This means I may burp him 3-5 times per side some feeds, but he's better for it. 

He's started spitting up suddenly so I've been trying to narrow it down to a possible food cause. I'm fairly certain soy seems to bother him after a horrible evening following a delicious soy chai tea latté. But that's easy. Just like the citrus that bothered him in the hospital. It's just a simple thing to eliminate. Coach is disappointed he's not allergic to the dogs. :)

He's so calm. He's awake more and more during the day and gives beautiful smiles. He's a happy little man. Happy chunky man. I have to bathe him daily now because his rolls get so dry and chafed. He gets slathered in coconut oil and smells like Hawaii. He's already been in the one-size bumgenius cloth diapers for over a week. Blows my mind, these chunky boys I make. Milk does the body good. 

His chins make me smile. 

He smells like how heaven must feel. I want to bottle it. I never want him to get big. 

Lloyd seems huge now. His legs seem longer than tree trunks. His head seems bigger than a planet next to his tiny brother. I was warned he would seem bigger, but no one can prepare you. He was once this little too; how far away that seems! 

Life is good. Hard. Exhausting. Overwhelming. But good. I have a house of boys to love. This is the everything I have always prayed for. He was worth the wait. I was meant to be Asher's mommy. He was meant to teach me calm just as his brother taught me patience and strength. We are a family. At last.

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