Today Malachi is two weeks old, and I still feel like I’m flying by the seat of my pants as a parent. It’s really funny that we spent so much time over the past 9 months preparing for the actual birth and almost no time preparing for the next 18 years! And unfortunately, the stork did not provide us with an instruction manual. Which means I find myself asking the doctor questions like, “is it normal for babies to have so much gas?” Normal is relative I suppose. But like most things, there is joy in the learning process, and even more joy in being a parent!
Perhaps it’s the lack of sleep, or maybe having to adjust to the schedule of a two-week-old, but I have found that Malachi has made me paranoid. Did you know that if babies are fed properly but not held they will not survive? It makes me want to hold that baby 24/7. It makes me want to hold all babies. It makes me want to check on him 1,000 times during the night. Jenny and I ask each other, “do you think he’s o.k.” at least as often as we ask, “do you think you could change him this time.” And we change him. A lot. Is that normal? Maybe I’ll check with the doctor.