One week down

Jackson is celebrating his one week birthday in style. Baba is here! Well, she's been here every day, but she finally got to come back and see him after being quarantined to the waiting room all week. I got to hold him for over an hour and change my first "heavy" diaper. To catch me up with Jenny, Jacks decided to go a little more while I was cleaning him up.

This was actually a good thing, because he decided he didn't want to eat all of his food last night and let his belly fill up to the point that he had to have an x-ray. Everything looked good though, he just needs to fill some more diapers.

His bilirubin keeps dropping and he will get his bug zapper turned off tomorrow to see how he does without it. I think there was some more good news to report this morning, but I don't remember right now.

We're just hanging out now. Grandma Mari might be in tonight to wish him a happy birthday. He acted up a little bit too, so I think the principal is coming to pay him a visit.

He stayed awake and stared at dad for almost an hour.
He threw a fit the entire time the nurse practitioner was in the room,
then stopped as soon as she walked out. 

I was very focused changing my first poopy diaper.
I only used three diapers and about a half-dozen wipes.
In my defense, he wasn't finished when I started. 

Muggin dad. I think he was trying to tell me to get him out of there.
Either that or something about the nurses. That's my boy!

Mom got up early to make Jacks a birthday sign.
She then took a million pictures trying to get the perfect one.
I don't think she ever was satisfied with the results.

Mom's not happy without at least one take a pic of yourself a day.

She'll probably stand there just like this until they kick her out.