My emotions swung the full gambit of reactions. I was happier than I had ever been before and I felt the deepest sadness and disappointment.
When I caught Beckett and held him for the first time, my face was affixed with a smile that I was sure would permanently scar me with an idiot grin. I was laughing and crying. Life was truly beautiful in that moment. During the lovely 5 hours that Jes and I were at the birth center, nothing in life was wrong or scary. However, the moment we left that building I became instantly aware of how great of a change our lives had just undergone.
Top 5 highlights of the first week home (not in any order):
1. Sleeping with Beckett. Dude is a little hot box and just so cuddly. (Yes, I am man enough to say that.)
2. Watching my beloved Oklahoma State Cowboys beat Stanford on the hardwood while holding Beckett. (Must expose him early to what is best in life!)
3. Watching every visitor to the house fawn over Beckett while trying to keep my jealousy in check. (Wanted to be in contact with him ALL THE TIME!)
4. Giving Beckett his first bath and reading him his first story, Where the Wild Things Are.
5. Successfully avoiding being peed on over 50% of the time. He is surprisingly accurate and his timing is impeccable!
Top 5 lowlights... (also not in any order)
1. First day at home, while changing Beckett, he spit up and started to choke and struggle to breathe. I PANICKED! I was so worried that he was going to die or experience brain damage from lack of oxygen that to say I overreacted would be an understatement. He turned out to be fine...
2. The circumcision experience. I have never felt worse in my life than standing in the doctor's office trying to comfort Beckett while the doc performed the surgery. Cried on the way home along with Beckett. Glad we did it, but still hard.
3. Getting peed on is never a fun experience.
4. I had to leave the house on his second day home to run errands. I have never hated leaving the house more. It was as if I was afraid I would miss his first step or word. (Yes, I know this is ridiculous.)
5. Not being able to sleep for fear of something happening to Beckett, not from him crying or getting upset. Beckett has caused my desire to protect to increase to "spidey-sense" levels.
As I write this, I feel more historian than columnist or reporter because today is Beckett's 5-week birthday. Looking back is so much fun though and hopefully I can catch up to the present soon. A few more posts before that is achieved though.
And I'm out...like a lacto-comatose Beckett...
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