Four weeks ago is when we became parents. Just four weeks ago when all those scary things happened, but thankfully it all ended with us holding our baby in that dark Neonatal room. In a few days Babel will be one month old already. I like him getting older, every day is one day closer to a manageable routine and a new normal, I’ve heard. I’ve survived two whole weeks at home alone with Babel. I prefer it when my main helpers are there, but my husband works a fulltime job and my mom lives in another country. Oh well, my job is to take care of Babel and I feel like I am getting better and more confident at it, slowly though, but it seems to be happening.
Our washer-dryer is still out of commission, probably until halfway through June, but we’re getting by with a little help from our friends. We have accomplished some other things in the meantime, though. Most importantly, we’ve officially registered little Mr. Babel Kotera in the United Kingdom, received his birth certificate, and we’ve started the paperwork for getting him passports from the Netherlands and Japan. This will be a long and international process and require some traveling down to London, with a teeny tiny baby, but it will all be worth it in the end. And he needs at least one passport, if we want to take him to either home country to meet his family at the end of this year.
Also, I’ve finally finished that baby mobile I’d been making him and last night Yasu and I hung it in his nursery. And it’s a good time for that to be up there, because according to my baby app Babel is starting to be able to see better and follow things with his eyes. I’ve already caught him looking at it, somewhat suspiciously.
I also managed to take Babel out by myself this week. Babel had a doctor’s appointment, which he didn’t really need anymore but I kept it anyways because I wanted to practice taking him out by myself. I’m not going to pretend it was easy or comfortable with that infant insert in my Ergobaby 360 Carrier, but it was a milestone nonetheless. I kind of wish I was able to take him out in his pram by myself though, but damn that thing is heavy and we live on the third floor in a building without an elevator…
Last week, we were also kind of succesful at taking Babel’s hand and foot prints. We used a DIY set, and it worked well on his feet, but when it was time for his hands, he’d woken up more and he was fighting the uncurling of his little fingers and it clearly shows in the smudgy prints. The perfectionist in me considered ordering a new DIY set from the internet, but then I decided to keep these because they show his fighting spirit and how strong he already is.
He really is very strong, it’s hard for me to cope with his strength during breastfeeding. I feed him in the football hold, and for some reason he likes to push away before he latches on and I keep having to bring him back to my breast. He’s so strong that I know have carpal tunnel in both my wrists and my arms just feel like pudding when he starts to fight me. If only he realized from the beginning that we both want the same thing: for him to get access to the milk factory.
What else have I accomplished this week? Oh yeah, to take and even more photos of our sweet little Babel with my iPhone. But I even managed to do that in the hospital, so I expect to be able to do that any and everywhere, as long as I have my phone. I have a regular point and shoot Canon camera somewhere, but I haven’t used it in ages, taking phone photos is just so much easier, and I love the result. I’ve been Babel spamming my Instagram followers for four weeks now, I just can’t help myself, he’s just too cute!