I took Sam in for his 2 week checkup last Thursday even though he wasn't quite 2 weeks old. His stats are as follows:
Height - 22 in (99%)
Weight - 10 lb, 8 oz (96%)
FOC - 15 1/4 (99%)
My boy is big, but he looks so tiny to me! I can't even imagine how tiny an average 7 pound baby would feel!
As Sam starts being awake for more of the day, I am getting a feel for his personality. He is definitely not the chill baby Jack was. We have two baby bouncers, a swing, and a Fisher Price Rock n Play, but none of them will satisfy Sam. He wants to be held at all times, preferably by me so he can use me as a human pacifier. His cry is not the cute, tiny cry of a newborn, but a loud, shrill cry that can be heard throughout the house. But as long as you aren't doing anything foolish, like changing his diaper, he is content. I frequently have to remind myself that this is my last baby and I need to treasure these moments because they are so fleeting. I really do love this cuddlebug, no matter how much he shreds my n.ipples.
My mom leaves tomorrow morning and I am so sad to see her go. I am pretty sure I won't be getting anything accomplished for awhile.
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