We found out in spades that when Roly is going to cry, he doesn’t work up to it in little baby increments.  It comes out like a giant dinosaur bird shriek right off the bat.  This is especially alarming at 2 or 3 or 4 or 5 am (we got all of those last night), when you have just dropped off to sleep for 10 minutes.  We are not sure what was the deal – he’s still too new-born to just be awake at night; it seemed to be either gas, or maybe discomfort from his recent circumcision?  Whatever the case, it was a REALLY tough first night home.  He had trouble nursing (which was not the case in the hospital); he preferred to scream into the nipple like a microphone, rather than nurse from it. 

I (Toby) am recovering from the birth, and the subsequent tubal ligation pretty well. I have come off the heavy meds, though I still feel like I got punched in the the gut when I walk.  My sweet big children remind me daily that I ‘still look like I am going to have a baby!’  Oh, the honesty…

Roly is quite handsome (no partiality here); very pink and filled out in his face.  Though Max and Lucy were not considered preemies, they were both quite yellow and looked more like funny little monkeys.  Glad to have a healthy boy, and such support and love from family and friends.  🙂