Greyson calls him "Jack Jack." I think it's homage to his favorite Pixar short "Jack Jack Attack." I hope life doesn't imitate art in this instance... because have YOU SEEN that short? Anyway... I digress.
Jackson Crash came into this world on October 11th at 11:56 a.m. I'll spare you the details of the grand entrance. He weighed in at 7 lbs, 13 ounces. He's just a little peanut. Especially when you compare him to my 26 lb toddler.
So far he is a very well mannered baby. He really only fusses when he is hungry. I can handle that. Knock on wood that it stays that way.
Greyson is an AWESOME big brother. So far so good in that department too. Knock on wood. He gives him kisses and shares his binky, lovey, water, crackers, hot dog, etc. Mostly I am happy that he doesn't freak out when I hold Jack Jack. If he needs some love, he just climbs up on my lap along with the babe. Good think I went on that crash diet, because, if you can believe it, there IS actually room on the rocker for all three of us. All in all a perfect situation.
So far I am not feeling any of the horrible feelings (anxiety) I felt with Greyson. I think it's a combination of a bunch of things... but mostly that I wasn't surprised with how tiring it is to have a newborn. Plus I have help (nanny), plus we are fully employed, plus I am staying busy. All things that weren't in place last time.
What else can I report on? Oh, slowly I am getting my body back. After feeling like I got beat up by a gang of shit flinging monkeys... I am slowly feeling better every day. My incision still hurts a bit and my guts are still sore. My feet are still swollen, but getting better slowly. Mainly I am tired, but that is the norm for new moms. Now if only I had unlimited $$ in the bank so I can do as much on-line shopping as possible. Ha. I wish.
Thanks for checking in and I hope to update more often.
