Six Weeks

Ben is 6 weeks old “today” Sunday, even though I write this past midnight on Monday morning.

We celebrated by sleeping in (through the alarm), going to two churches, seeing some friends, driving up and over Loveland Pass on the way to Breckenridge for dinner with my parents and Granny for her birthday, going back through the Eisenhower (Johnson) Tunnel, seeing a gorgeous rainbow over Mile High, watching an action flick on tv with ice cream, and ended it with Ben choking and turning blue and a few minutes later, puking all the milk he choked down all over his bassinet, blanket, last clean set of pj’s and his sleep positioner.

I am now in my second set of pj’s for the night, and Ben has managed to get all his dirty, so he is in layered shirts, onsies and pants, with baby socks on his arms and legs for extra warmth. Doug sopped up his bassinet while I cleaned up poor Ben, who pukes and rallies and is now hungry again.

They say “back is best”, but I have just witnessed first hand why babies like Ben might need to sleep on their sides instead. Is it any wonder I sleep very lightly, listening for the sound of a choking puking choking baby? We must be parents…