Today is a wonderful and sad day.
Today is wonderful because Henry is four weeks old (shut up, no he’s not) and growing well. He’s a healthy, squishy, little nugget.
Today is sad because Henry is four weeks old, and you can tell.
Please excuse me while I sob.
He’s bigger, taller — er, longer? — and chubbier, and his head isn’t cone-shaped anymore. Little rolls are forming on his arms and legs, and he’s growing another chin without a neck in sight.
His hair is getting lighter, and it’s patchy — falling out — from sleeping with his head turned one way or the other or not at all. His eyebrows and eyelashes, however, are still thin and almost too light to see.
His mouth doesn’t pull inward anymore, and he has a defined lower lip that seemed to be missing when he was born.
His eyes are still blue, but they’re open a lot more often, especially at night… when he’s not sleeping.
He’s still a newborn, falling in the 0-3 months category, but he grew out of all of his newborn clothes (except his lamb-y jammies) and is rocking 3-month onesies like a champ.
Today is wonderful because Henry is four weeks old. Today is sad — for mom — because Henry is four weeks old.
Again, please excuse me while I sob.