Griffin’s a week old!

We just got back from his 1-week checkup, and he’s “perfect”, gaining weight and otherwise doing all the stuff a baby’s supposed to be doing. We don’t go back until he’s a month old.

Jag and myself are holding up OK, although we had an absolutely awful 24-hour period on Tuesday/Wednesday where neither of us got more than about an hour of sleep due to some incessant fussiness and crying (on Griffin’s part, not ours, haha). We haven’t figured out what the problem was, and probably never will. Last night was a big improvement, but “normal” still means waking up every 2 hours or so for feeds/changing, so we’re just at our regular exhaustion level instead of zombie level. If you are friends of ours and we have not invited you to come over to see the baby yet, it’s because we’re limiting visitors to immediate family because we are just too freaking tired for anything else. Getting a load of laundry washed, plus a couple meals made/eaten, are about all we can manage in a given day (if we both get showers, we’re doing really well).

Here are Daddy and Griffin after breakfast this morning: