For our first night as a family, we all lay in a row listening to each other breathe. We put Adlai’s moses basket by the side of our bed for easy access and turned off the lights. What followed was the longest night of my life. Not because Adlai was screaming; in fact, he slept like…well, a baby. But Faith and I were part too excited and part too terrified to really relax. I would estimate that every twenty minutes or so one of us would use the light on our mobile phones to make sure he was still breathing. He was. Then he’d make a noise that would either sound worrying – in which case we’d follow the same procedure as previously described – or he’d make a cute little sound and Faith and I would have a short conversation about how perfect our son was.
If the night felt incredibly long, the day that followed felt extremely short. We accomplished absolutely nothing, which, admitably, isn’t great blogging material. We sat, changed nappies, ate food, and then it was time to go to bed again.
By our third day at home we were all starting to go a bit stir crazy, so first thing in the morning we began getting ready for a walk to town (approximately a 7-minute stroll from our house). By 3pm we were ready to leave. Stroller christened and us thoroughly exhausted, we returned to our flat at 3:17pm for a little more sitting, changing of nappies and feeding.
Adlai experienced his first bath on day four (it may not have been day four, they’ve all merged together). It was absolutely hysterical. He was very unsure to begin with, but that all soon passed and I would now say that he’s a big fan of bathing. We videoed the whole thing, of course, which will provide excellent viewing material when he brings his first girlfriend home.
I’ve been blissfully unaware of anything happening in the world outside our flat. It’s nice. My wife would say we are ‘nesting’. I would call it something a bit more manly sounding but I don’t know what. Whatever you call it… it’s been a week like no other.
