Mostly James just eats and sleeps. He's absolutely the cutest thing no matter what he's doing, but he doesn't spend too much awake time doing anything but eating. Of course, we have to feed him every two to two and a half hours (measured from the start of the feeding), and the feedings themselves take about an hour, so he's actually up a good percentage of time, just not socializing. Once he gets bigger and can eat more at once, he'll probably have more energy for just hanging out.
A nurse came out to the house today to check on James. He's lost nine percent of his initial body weight--an admirable achievement on The Biggest Loser; not such a great thing for a little baby. So, we're working really hard on the feeding thing, giving him a little extra formula at each feeding in addition to his normal food. We go see the pediatrician tomorrow for the first time, so I'll ask a zillion questions and find out everything I need to about how to get him back up to fighting weight in no time.
He doesn't really fit in any of his clothes, being so small and all (five to eight pounds my rear end), so everything pretty much hangs off him. In the absolute cutest way, of course. I wish you and Erin could meet him. You will love him when you finally do. He's the greatest.
I do have one good story about his antics on this world so far. Earlier today, Patrick and I had just finished feeding him--definitely a two-person job--and Patrick had progressed to changing him. Patrick was excited at first, and called out to tell me that James had done a poo. Now, this is more exciting than it sounds as, um, production on James's part means that all this effort and energy the three of us are putting into the feeding is paying off. I, too, was thrilled, but I was not able to observe the product at that time (something else we have to do regularly so that we can describe it to the doctor) due to the fact that immediately after James feeds, I'm supposed to use the breast pump to further my milk production. Therefore, I was tethered to theother side of the room. Unfortunately, just at that moment, James decided it was time to pee. Of course, Patrick had already disposed of the soiled diaper and had not yet extracted a new one. Therefore, the veritable James Fountain sprayed most heartily right over top of the little kiddo and all down the wall of your room. Sorry about that. Don't worry. Patrick cleaned it up. It was pretty hilarious though.
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My intitial reaction to the opening sentence was that it was incomplete (admittedly based on hearsay). The final paragraph confirmed that you left off "and poos."
In the meantime, I'm anxious to see more pics of James with his eyes open.
How wonderful to hear how things are going and to know how he's progressing. He sounds so small and cute!! Apparently quite often rugrats lose a lot of weight intially, but with Team Wallace doing the feeding I am sure he'll be back up into his proper range in no time xx
It looks like James is going to have a good sense of humor!!
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