the first week.

max is a week old today. (hence why i'm writing a million things now that i finally have a second to get on my computer.)

-he squeaks. a lot. it's the cutest sound in the world.
-he eats like a football player. every hour and a half like clockwork. and when he eats, its not just for a second - it's at least a 40 minute procedure.
-he smiles when he poops.
-i have to sleep with the light on because i'm terrified he's going to choke or suffocate in his sleep. chris is not on board with the lights thing, but he's nice about it.
-max LOVES being swaddled. he hates being free. if you unswaddle him, he immediately starts to fuss and wants to eat.
-chris is the best dad ever. he changes max's diaper all the time. he gets up to get max and do his diaper at every feeding so all i have to do is get out the boob.
-he weighed 7lbs4oz at birth, 6lbs15oz when we left the hospital, and is already back up at 7lbs6oz. he's a fatty. :)
-i'm NOT a fatty (well, you know, haha) - i lost TWENTY pounds in a week! score! (nineteen and a half was probably from all the swelling. haha - my entire body was puffed up. i thought i had turned into a pear-shaped woman when i was in the hospital. all that sitting swelled my butt and thighs like crazy.)
-he wears newborn clothes and size one diapers (even though he should probably be wearing newborns; we have an asston of size ones, so whatever.)

i love you, max. <3