Three weeks and a day

So it's been 3 weeks and a day since Tobin joined our family. These past 22 days have gone by quickly but have been filled with so many different experiences. It's hard for me to recall what it feels like to sleep through the night. (Honestly, I don't know that I did much of that after my seventh month of pregnancy.) For some reason, nights haven't been that rough for me. It seems late evening is the tougher time, which we've read is a classic fussy period for young ones. It's also hard to believe that Matt was quite nervous about holding a newborn and sqeamish about changing diapers (the latter of which he had never done before Tobin was born). He's now quite adept at both.

We continue to be amazed by and so thankful for our strong, healthy boy. At his doctor's appointment this week, Tobin weighed in at 10 lb. 14 oz., which means he gained 2 lbs. over the last 2 weeks--about double the target rate. Already an overachiever, I suppose? Seriously, his healthy weight gain was happy news for me, because breastfeeding is such an inexact science. After reading so much about breastfeeding and all the different feeding philosophies, it's easy to be nagged by some self-doubt. Empirical evidence is always reassuring. :)