The bummer about being a newborn...

So outside of the fact that you have just been forcibly extracted from the most comfortable place you will probably be your entire life, being a newborn generally seems to be pretty cool. No one really expects much of you and hour every need is sought to, by multiple people. Even if you keep your parents up all night, that's ok. It's expected of you. You really are a little angel when you're born, just because there is really nothing else you could be.

So in light of all that, you would think that having a kid come out of the womb a already be able to sleep for fairly long stretches at a time would be taken as a blessing. That's what Quinn has been doing from the get-go. But it's not a blessing. Now, instead of being thankful that you've got a kid that may turn out to be a great sleeper, you worry about whether he is getting enough to eat. If he eats too much, then you worry about whether he is pooping too much. If he poops too much, now you're worried about some other damn thing.

In a parent, this phenomenon makes you suddenly quite appreciative of things that you never thought you would be thankful for. Today, Quinn woke up at one point around lunch time and started in with a good honest cry - not just the whimpers that he would occasionally blurt out from time to time during the night. How bizarre it felt to be relieved at hearing this cry. And further to let it just continue for a minute or two, just to make sure he was getting good deep breaths in. He's still not really big on the breast feeding thing, but at least we know that he has it in him to be heard.

In other news, he had his ears checked today and they're perfect. It's pretty cool that they can test your hearing before you are even able to properly control your own arms and legs.

-B