I told a friend that even though you're only two months old, it feels as if you've been around much longer. Your "adjusted" preemie age is a week and a half, and you weighed eight pounds at your last appointment on the 25th. You're getting big, but you're perfect size for a newborn.
As we predicted, you began crying a little more when you reached your due date, and you're starting to be awake more often. And you're smiling! So gratifying to see that happy little face.
In terms of imperfections--or enhancements--you have a herniated umbilicus, which means you have the outiest belly button ever (it's even visible in the photo above--see that bump in the midsection to the left of your buttons?)! You also have a stork bite--or angel kiss--between your eyes, a sweet little red mark. We'll see how long those distinctions last.
You're still the gruntiest, growliest, squeaky-squawkiest baby in the west (who was born in Boston). You make an awesome one-note squall when you're trying to get our attention. You look like you're going to roll over soon, and when you do tummy time, you kick like a mule and then protest.
Your eyes are still blue!
You've lost a little hair at your forehead but have a healthy crop in the back.
People ask me if you're on a schedule. Nope, not really. You don't torture us at night, but we never know what's coming.
Heck, we didn't know when you were coming! You've stirred up a whole lot of emotions, Caboose, but how we love you.
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