Three Weeks Old

While I used to be counting weeks of pregnancy, I'm now counting weeks of Tim's life. Today he is three weeks old. It seems like he's been here longer, but at the same time I'm equally shocked that he's already three weeks.

He is changing so much. He looks like a different baby than the one I brought home. And boy does he have a personality. He loves to be held up high and look around. I don't think he focuses on much, but he already has good use of his head...he loves to be rocked and bounced around. While he still frustrates easily if he can't latch to eat - he then pushes the breast away but roots like crazy for it.

His hands are his greatest comfort. He always has them in his face. He sleeps with them right up to his cheeks, he eats with them under his chin (which doesn't make breastfeeding the most comfortable). And what an eater! We went to the lactation consultant yesterday because Timothy has a tendency to never burp but will spit up with a force that is beyond a little dribble. And he has some bad gas pains, where his face scrunches right up. The lactation specialist weighed him and he is quite the eater and a chunker. He has gained 2 pounds in a little over 2 weeks. She said not to worry about the burping and that at only 3 weeks old he will learn to not guzzle like a frat boy and that will ease his gas pains.

Here he is at 3 weeks old. Legs and arms scrunched up. What a cutie. I adore him.