I was kind of sad for my third child. Not only is he a third, which by nature makes it seem less exciting, but he was a third BOY. Old hat by now. I don't need boys clothes. I don't need baby blankets. I don't need stuffed animals. I really don't need anything. I couldn't help but notice as I left the hospital, that poor little George did not receive one single gift. Just because I don't need anything, doesn't mean George wouldn't like some things of his own. Even I had bought only one new baby item upon finding out about this pregnancy (oh wait, 2 items, one was for a girl though.)
But slowly, the gifts and visitors have been rolling in. I am relieved. I want my boy to feel as special and loved as he is. I know, he's a newborn, so who cares about material things, but one day he might. In fact, Brock's Giraffee and Curtis' Blanky Bears are items that were gifted to them - one from Magra and one from Mimi. And those boys CANNOT sleep without their lovies.
My sweet George is loved. We love his squeal of a cry. We love his snorting, and snoring because of his tiny little nostrils and big round neck. Can a newborn have Obstructive Sleep Apnea? He still has me guessing at night. We have had a couple nights of waking up once to eat and fall right to sleep. A couple nights of snacking all night. And a couple nights in between. We love that he weighed 10 and half pounds at birth, but lost a pound and gained an inch and a half by his first doc's appointment 3 days later. (He was quite swollen at birth, and they must not have been able to stretch him out properly).
Lastly, I love that he is already making a little identity for himself. He will not just be the 3rd boy. He will be unique, and interesting. He will keep me on my toes. He will make me happy.