Day 6

Today was the first day out of the house since we got home from the hospital.  (It has been a blessing to have Grandma Ratz here doing pretty near everything for us).  Took almost 2 hours to get everything ready.  And the crazy thing...  I got  a little nervous.  Nervous to leave the house.  Today Steph got to experience the stress of driving with the little one.  (Got honked at by one J*@%#*!! because she started to brake before the turn lane).

Stopped at our community/fellowship center (i.e. church).  We interrupted staff meeting, but I think that was ok :).  We all feel so supported and loved there.   Rent-a-grandma (Allyne) and friend/ministry partner (Kari) got to hold him.  

Then off to the doctor, actually a nurse practitioner,  for a check -up.  Everything went well.  He is almost back up to birth weight - a good sign.  Not a surprise considering all of the food he eats.  You'd think that at a pediatricians office, they would try to cut down on your wait time in the rooms, especially with babies who need to be fed and changed. Oh well.

Lessons learned: at the pediatricians office.  I will not be that parent.  The one who lets their kid crawl over everything and put their dirty hands on the fish tank glass.  Or at Chipotle: the one who lets their kid crawl underneath the tables where other people are actually sitting and then joking about it to them.  And putting them and their dirty shoes on the ledge right over where they make the food.  I told Kari (see above) that I will be the parent yelling at his kid to stop such things, so much so that other people look and wonder if they should call protective services.  (just kidding) But really, since when did these things become "acceptable" to so many parents. I really hope that I don't cave to that level.  Ok, I'm done.

Thought of the moment: Whelmed.