I knew something that they didn't. Stan had been working evenings & had been "playing with the baby" > read "training him to be AWAKE" around midnight when we hit the sack.
I told the nurse that Caleb would be wide awake within about an hour but she was welcome to take him to the nursery if she wanted. She gave me the "you don't know what you are talking about" look & rolled his bed away.
My phone rang about 12:15. In the background I heard angry newborn squalling. The nurse said, "You sure know your son. Do you want me to bring him to you?"
Of course I did! My precious baby wanted his mama. :-)
Down side: He kept up that 2 hour awake/alert time between 2 & 5 a.m. for the first few months. I'm not sure how long exactly. I hear that sleep deprevation causes memory loss...
I love the pictures of the big guys checkin' out their new little brother. They were so welcoming. I don't think they poked him in the eye even once. On purpose.
Here's the traditional diaper baby picture.
Funny story: I was changing a diaper in the middle of the night & had turned my back on day's-old Caleb to get clean jammies from a drawer. In the dark from Caleb's direction I hear "Mama?" I about jumped out of my skin! He TALKS? No, it was Andrew who had crept in unseen in the dark. Oh, my heart.
Why is there a photo of Jacob & Stan in a treehouse when I'm blogging about Caleb's birth?
I'm glad you asked.
Stan took off work for a week after Caleb was born. He said it was to help me. What he did was build this treehouse. I remember doing laundry while hearing the hammer pounding. I'm sure he helped around the house too, I just don't remember that part.
It was a great treehouse. 2 story. It was built the end of September/beginning of October. By April we had moved to another house, and unfortunately, treehouses just don't move well.
You can see that his homeschooling education began early with eager tutors using the real books approach.
Right after his first Christmas we went to TN & AL. His Pawpaw Alex could really make him laugh.
While on vacation he got to bathe in Grandma R's sink.
Even when stuck in a basket, he kept his sunny disposition (thus the nickname) until he turned two. But that's another story.
Happy 15th Birthday, Caleb!