First Week Home

We have reached the conclusion of my first week home alone with Lance. Lance and I are doing fine. Lance is a little bruised today, but that's only from the vaccines for his two-month checkup. Yes, today is Lance's 2-month birthday. Katie and I have given life to a being and have kept him alive for two months! Hooray! Here's how my first week went.

Monday - The Honeymoon

Katie left for work at 6:45, and Lance and I slept until about 9:30 a.m. Lance ate then slept, and I took care of the house. Every three hours he ate, but he started fussing about 45 minutes early and fell asleep 15 minutes before it was time. He gave up on me several times, but I came through with the promised bottle. I was exhausted when Katie got home and went grocery shopping afterwards. Like the good home economist, I had sale ads, menus, and coupons. I bought some wild flowers for Katie.

Tuesday - Still Honeymooning

Lance and I slept until 8:45 a.m., and he waited patiently until I fed him at 9:30. After the feeding, we stopped by the bank and Walmart. Then we went to Katie's parents' house where her father is happily enjoying retirement. Lance was fussy for a short while, so I rocked him to sleep. Then, the great father I am, I held my sleeping son as my father-in-law and I played a bowling game on his new Nintendo WII. Lance and I came home and he slept.

Wednesday - Who Is This Baby?

Lance started fussing -- a lot. Last week, we started scheduling feedings every three hours. It sounds ideal, but it certainly is everything but that. Lance slept about 20 minutes then woke up and screamed for 10 minutes. This cycle continued between feedings. He was not a happy baby, and I was not a happy father. Our perfect child has suddenly discovered a strong set of lungs.

Thursday - Windy weather and crying

Perfect day! Thursday was in the 60's outside, and Lance and I spent a bulk of the day outside. Katie left at 6:45, and Lance and I woke up at 7:00. Lance continued his cycle of crying until the afternoon when I finally ventured outdoors. I put clothes on the line, set up my trees to be trimmed from the ice storm, and walked a mile to our local grocery store. Our stroller is lightweight and is built so you can lay an infant down. Not a problem. However, I now see the reason for the straps. They are not to keep the baby from falling out; they are there to keep the baby from flying out when the wind gusts up to 45 miles per hour! 3/4 of the way there was great. For that last stretch, I had to hold Lance and practically carry the stroller. I weighted the stroller down with heavy groceries (i.e. canola oil) and pushed it back. That final stretch against the wind, I pulled the stroller backwards. It was such a nice day, I had to explain to multiple neighbors why I was pulling instead of pushing. Lance got home and screamed, and Katie saved the day. It makes a difference, as I am a caretaker who serves no practical purpose to the baby. I can only keep him alive long enough for his mother to come through for him.

Friday - I caved!

I tired quickly of the crying from the prior day. Katie and I discussed how I could do this, and we agreed on one thing -- I had to be people-focused instead of task-focused. I am male. With that comes a slew of things, not the least of which is my focus on getting things done. I created a tasklist which I intended to complete daily. Dust the house bi-weekly. Clean all floors monthly. Clean bathrooms weekly. Etc. By Thursday, I was four days behind on my list. I finally realized that I have to focus solely on Lance's needs and leave the house to fend for itself. We also gave up on scheduled feedings. This morning, Katie left at 6:45, and I stayed in bed until Lance's first feeding at 7:00. I fed him and changed him, then we laughed and enjoyed each other until he became fussy. At 8:00, he fell asleep again. I read and watched movies on the laptop. At 10:15, Lance woke again and I fed him another part of a bottle. All was good. Lance played and kicked as I ate my lunch and as I tidied things up. He ate again at 12:15. At 1:45, we went to the store. Lance wailed from 1:45 until Katie got home at 2:50. My head ached a third day in a row! Katie saved the day again. Lance and I have gone 5 days with no serious emotional trauma for life.

Today was Lance's 2-month checkup. He is 11 lbs and 23 inches long. Everything is good. He got his vaccines and wailed much of the evening. I can imagine his pain and completely feel it for him.

Now, back to the flowers. I picked up some wild flowers at Kroger on Monday. I managed to keep them alive all week by changing the water and keeping them from our cats. Have I mentioned that I hate cats? They are cantankerous little creatures who know no rules and refuse to be boxed in. I cannot buy my wife flowers for her to enjoy because the cat knocks them over in search of the freshest water the house can offer. Monday night and all of Tuesday, the flowers remained in Lance's closed room. Wednesday, I placed them in the refrigerator so we could enjoy them. Tonight, after my long day with Lance, our big, dumb cat knocked the vase off the fridge shattering the nice, new vase. The good news is that the flowers are fine. Daily, I take care of Lance and two cats. Lance and the two cats have one thing in common - impatience. While Lance cries, the cats scratch up my leg to show they want outside.

In other news, does anyone want two tabby cats who are looking for a good home?