So my mother-in-law and both sisters-in-law are visiting for the weekend, and they brought with them my nephew, Aidan. He’s at the 5 week mark currently and I must say, it’s scary how quickly I have forgotten how those little versions work. Aidan is tiny and fragile, and he seems to constantly let out a rusty squeaking sound, like a small metal device that’s being used wrong.
When these visitors first pulled up in the driveway, I swooped right in for the baby, wanting to get my first live look at him. I pulled him out of the car seat, and I was instantly greeted with terror. I couldn’t remember what 5 weeks meant. Can he support his own head? Is he going to be squirmy, or will he be too weak to fight against anyone holding him? I don’t remember being this nervous holding Noah for the first time.
Watching Teresa hold him, I’m glad to se she doesn’t have that, “I need another one of these” look in her eye. I guess Noah is enough of a monster for both of us right now.
I pretty much haven’t held Aidan since last night. I feel sorta shell-shocked. Baby-shocked? It’s no critique of Aidan when I say this, but I sure don’t want another one of those any time soon.