Babies, Bathwater, and Our Boy's Above Birthweight

Today Amy came home from the hospital (I had to stay home and work--somebody's gotta make some money around here...) and said, "Um, we received a special offer today. What would you think about, when we go to visit Hale for his Five o'clock feeding, if we were to give him a bath?"

And I was all like, "Yes, please!" And so we did. Since he's doing so well (they're telling us), and since the nurses know they have particularly gifted parents on their hands (we're telling ourselves), they are letting us be pretty hands-on. Changing diapers, getting him in and out of the incubator, fixing up his clothes, helping us not to drown him...


It's sweet as heck, really--and totally like we're at craft camp or something. The nurses are so amazingly sweet and patient and confident and caring. It's like they really care how we do at this! And they help us get to where we feel like we can actually sort of do something, instead of being overwhelmed by it.

Seriously: It's cheating.

After the bath he got weighed--he's bigger than ever (meaning he's surpassed his birthweight). When Hale was born, this scale read 3lbs, 11.6oz. That means he's beaten his personal best by three tenths of an ounce. That's about a bite. Crazy.

Yep. He's still pretty darn little. They told us today that by the time he gets sprung out of there, he'll likely weigh six pounds or so.

Just. Amazing. The whole thing, you know?