Sure enough, on Tuesday night I looked at Gus and he looked at me, and there just seemed to be this glimmer that wasn't there before. And he reached out and touched my beard a number of times (a memorable milestone with Wyatt).
Needless to say, we're all making good progress. Gus is nursing almost exclusively now and continuing to gain weight just fine (he's up to 7.5 pounds at last weigh-in). I still give him a bottle first thing in the morning, so Jamie can sleep in a little and so he can get vitamin drops. We're all generally getting about as much sleep as can be expected -- Jamie's up with him once overnight and then I get up at around 5:30 to feed him and get ready for work. The hardest thing is going to bed at a decent hour, though I tend to nod off on the couch at around 10:00 no matter what.
I think Wyatt's getting used to Gus being here and the idea that he isn't leaving. But the baby isn't exactly a source of much entertainment for him, nor a good playmate. But he's relatively happy doing his own thing when Jamie has to tend to Gus.
Very thankfully, my parents were here for the past two weeks, which gave Jamie and Gus enough time to work out breastfeeding. She and "the boys" had their first solo days last Thursday and Friday and they went smoothly. But I'm definitely going to have to make more of an effort to leave work on time -- I know how much I eagerly awaited Jamie's return from work when I was home with Wyatt. And that was with just one, her usually arriving by 4:15.
I'll keep you posted, but I'd say we're officially settled in.
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Happy 3 months Gusser! Here's lookin at you back, kid! You're now looking like the true Andrews Shapiro melange that you are. Pretty cute.
I loved hearing from Wyatt and Kenny from across the miles the other day. Sure there are plenty of babies here if I need a baby fix, but I've realized through Wyatt the power of language. He speaks my native tongue, and that, well, speaks to me. I'm used to conversing with some of the cuties here in French (if they are so lucky to come from bourgeois parents who teach them French), but Wyatt's whispers across the chat lines hit me in a way that no Beninese cutie ever has. And yes, all of that is undoubtedly fueled by my everpresent, but oft-ignored, homesickness. Hearing from the offspring of good friends springs off other things in the heart I suppose. I look forward to when a Beninese baby can set the same memories working in me...
Take care all of you and enjoy being together forever!
Miss you
sue p
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