I made chicken salad and took it over to Jess’ house for lunch yesterday. The baby is two weeks old and I can tell she’s starting to go stir-crazy being stuck at home with him all day, so I think she was happy for the company and the chit-chat, even if I could only stay a little while. I don’t really get what everyone says is so hard about having a newborn. As far as I’ve seen, all he does is eat and sleep, with occasional spitting up or diaper changes. (Jess is keeping two bibs on him at all times – easier to switch out the bibs than change his whole outfit when he spits up. She says people laugh, but hey, she found a solution that works for her!) She did say that the day before she accidentally drank tea with caffiene and the baby was up all night, but besides that he’s gained enough weight that they don’t have to wake him during the night to eat, so she’s been getting 5 or 6 hours of uninterrupted sleep.
One thing I learned yesterday: he has tiny toes! Like, really tiny. Like, I could break them off if I’m not careful. Also, GG and I realized that our cat weighs almost three times as much as the baby!