Last week, this tiny child arrived, weighing 6 lbs, 9 oz, and 19.5" long. He spent his first twelve hours enjoying the company of his mommy, 2 grandmas, his great-grandma, a great-aunt, and a cousin.
By the time he was a full day old, he was in the NICU, having experience a few small seizures. Apparently before being born, he'd let loose with his bowels, causing his amniotic fluid to become infected and his mother to spike a fever. MDQ recovered from her fever, but Master P's tiny body needed some extra care.
When I saw him at the 36 hour mark, he was alert, happy, and seemed to enjoy the fact that I was willing to stroke his tiny ankles.
He also held one of my fingers in his tiny fist:)
I was rubbing the back of his right foot, then decided to stroke the left one. He quickly pulled it up, so I stopped, and resumed my ministrations to his right. Suddenly, a tiny foot wiggled its way into my palm, so I stroked both with different fingers:) This went on for several minutes, until he needed a diaper change:)
"No pictures..." said my step-daughter. "I don't like nudie pics of newborns."
So I filmed it:) I just wanted to capture my granddaughter's first attempt at changing her son's diaper, and we had some good laughs over what little boys do when they're no longer confined in a Pampers.
Master P behaved himself, and did NOT soak down his mom, the bed, or the assisting nurse:)
Here he is at 48 hours.....
Four days old....
Six days.....I think he's going to have MDQ's lips....
And finally, his one-week picture, out of the hospital and home in his new little bed:)
I've been told I can't hold him until his other Great-Grandma gets to, so I'm hoping it's SOON! I'm only going to be an hour away for a few more weeks, and I'm dying to hold more than just his tiny feet!