I’m too exhausted to make this witty. We had our two week visit to the pediatrician and found out Andrew is officially a chunk, weighing in at 10 lbs 6 ounces (up almost a pound in six days). His cord fell off (!!) allowing us to give him his first real bath as seen here.
In less happy news, the doctor realized that Andrew probably has a fractured collarbone from delivery. The fact that two other pediatricians have examined him on four separate occasions without noticing is extremely upsetting. The doctor said it’s probably almost healed by now and that we shouldn’t be concerned about the fact that we’ve been manhandling him for two weeks while he had a broken bone we didn’t know about.
He’s been having trouble sleeping at night. That’s not entirely accurate–he’s not bothered at all by the lack of nighttime snooze. Don’t believe me? Here’s a photo I snapped around 4 am this morning:
I’m hoping he’ll decide to go back to sleeping through the night (except for waking up to eat of course) tonight after two nights of this rave-like behavior. It’s gotten to the point that I can’t relax and turn off the lamp at night because I know he’ll wake up as soon as I drift off, and the sound of his sudden screaming outburst takes years off my life and brings me to tears.