I think one of the biggest changes for David and I have been the conversations we have had for the past three weeks. It makes me laugh thinking about it. :) What use to be questions about our day, the students we worked with, or where we want to grab dinner that night has changed to questions about how is the formula working out, how fussy was he today, or most recently has he pooped yet. Yes, it seems that the last two days have been a constant search for that looming monstrous poop we know is coming that just hasn't happened yet. Our poor little guy is backed up.
Not only have conversations changed, but our fun weekend outings are much different now.Weekends use to be marked by sleeping a little later, maybe a motorcycle ride, and some small chores, but we sold the motorcycle in preparation for Fletcher, and this weekend we actually went to three different stores to price diapers and formula. Yes, that is what we did to get out of the house. We also had lunch at the park today...which was nice...but probably too windy for a three week old. :) Oh the things we learn as we go. :)
Tonight as I sat holding my little man and watching aTm beat Stanford in the Women's Final Four, I didn't find myself mourning what was lost but thanking God for what we've gained. Instead of trying to find something to do on the weekends, we now experience the same old stuff we use to do but with a fresh outlook because we are experiencing it for the first time with Fletcher. Even though he has been fussy today because he has a tummy ache...we are experiencing it together as a first.
Not to say I won't wish for some peace and quiet every now and then, but then I'm reminded that this is a great experience because it is a first with Fletcher. So, whether it is lunch at the park on a windy day or trying to pray for that big poop through my son's tears of discomfort...I thank God for these sweet first times, and I pray that I continue to cherish these memories with our family, because I won't get to have them with anyone else.
