Azariah is 12 days old. Seems like its been a really long twelve days. I sincerely thought that things would go faster when we got him home, but its just the opposite. They move very slowly. I think part of the reason is that we observe him so intently. Both Doris and I feel like someone is going to burst into the room and go "great job guys, fabulous, now lets take this baby back to its real parents." I have been struck at how different the experience of parenting is than I imagined. I suppose all I had to go on was what I saw on tv and the war stories people would tell me. In the hospital the medical people would tell you, "every pregnancy is different," and when I asked them if that was medical code for "I have no idea" they would generally agree with that statement. Even after you get out you are told that every baby is different. This experience has reaffirmed my joy in faith because I think with such mysteries that even science shakes it head at, how can we really believe that its all at random. I just cant believe there is no purpose in the things in our life happening the way they are.
On a lighter note, my son has shown me who is boss. I cannot wake him if he is determined to sleep. I can push, poke and do my best. He just complains and then goes right back to sleeping. I have also observed the need that when changing a boys diaper, placement of his genitals is crucial to not have a surprise later. Its also true what they say that the poop and pee of your child is not as bad.
I have observed my wife in this experience and I also must say the job of a woman is quite something. Men I think grow up putting legos together and as they get bigger so do the blocks, but its still just lego to most men. It all fits together. Women have to deal with a great deal more then lego...either that or their lego pieces are all crazy shapes that dont fit together....not really sure....gonna go play with my he-man
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