Life in the time warp

Life with Shane is measured by feedings. There's a feeding before I go to sleep, and a feeding when I rise each day. They are my alpha and omega. Each feeding includes diaper changing, burping, feeding, and takes anywhere from 45 minutes to a over an hour. Shane eats around 8 times a day, so it's a full time job.

Every other segment of the day falls into the "between feedings" category. These can be characterized by sleeping, trying to accomplish laundry or some other chores, playing with Shane, or sitting in a vegetative state somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. The amount of time between feedings is variable, so it's impossible to really plan on anything. Any activity I do needs to be something that I can start and stop if Shane needs me. You'd be surprised how long it takes me to write some of these journals! TV, the internet, and a little reading are now my activities of choice.

Shane is worth it, though. He's already impressed me with how strong he is. He's not even two weeks old, and when I laid down with him on my stomach for some tummy time, he could already pick up and hold his head up for a few seconds. He kicks like a mule, and can swing his arms around like a windmill. He's starting to resemble me a little more, too. Every time he cuts loose a big fart, Carrie looks at me and says, "Your son."

Yesterday was scary for Carrie. We have a cat with an infected eye, and lo and behold Shane had some yellow gunk forming in his eye. She started to panic, and I had to force her to calm down. We called the doctor, and the doctor confirmed Dr. Google's prognosis: a blocked tear duct. It's common, and if it doesn't work itself out by Monday, the doctor will look at it during Shane's two-week check in. We're trying home remedies such as cleaning out the eye and gently massaging the area between Shane's nose and the corner of his eye. Carrie is very worried for Shane's health and safety, and she nixed a visit by Matt today, because someone at my parent's house has a cold.

Today, we're going to give Shane his first bath. His umbilical cord stump fell off yesterday afternoon, so we're in the clear. For now, it's time for some football. It's the fantasy football playoffs! I gambled and put Vincent Jackson in Thursday. It was only his third game, but it paid off big. Hopefully, big enough to win.

Later!