Wade was (still is, although there is some stubbornness creeping in) a dream baby. My idea of having a newborn in the house was, scream, scream, poo, scream, finally asleep, shh, shh, creep around, don’t wake the….dammit, scream, more poo, dried spew in your hair and maybe a smile every now and then.
Wade hardly ever cried. He settled quickly into the feed, play sleep routine. When he fell asleep, nothing really woke him. He usually slept for an hour on the dot and woke up smiling. In fact he smiled most of the time and only pooed once a week for the first 5 months of his life. I think this is actually due to the low muscle tone meaning that everything took longer to work its way through but I was counting it as a win. Other mothers would groan as I complained about how he was getting a bit grumpy as poo day was coming up, when they had just cleaned the third poo for the day off the walls, the floor, the car seat, change table or whatever else was nearby.
And he was this cute too….