First...

I am so excited for all the 'firsts' that Braylon is going to experience. His first giggle, crawling, standing, steps, words, day of school and the list could go on and on and on. We have already experienced a number of firsts like his first smile, holding his head up, bath. In some of these first I have found myself very sad for them to have come. Last week was the first time I had to put away some of his clothes. Some of his newborn shirts, pants and pj's (yes at 10 weeks Braylon was still in all newborn clothing) were too small on him. As I was putting them away to break out the 0-3 month set, I found myself getting a little teary eyed. I was not prepared for this at all. I did not think that him growing and thriving would make me yearn for him to be his small 5 pound birth weight. I love that he is growing and healthy, but I miss my newborn. I miss how light he was. Well now he is a big 11 pound 10/11 weeker.

Last night Braylon received a first that I have been dreading! I literally have been worried about when this would happen, how bad it would be and how I would deal with it. Braylon got his first cold. It set in around 130 this morning. He was coughing, sneezing, and so extremely stuffy. He usually sleeps on his side every night, well that was not possible with his coughing. It almost sounded as though he could not breath. So I got up and took his temperature, he had none. I suctioned out his nose. Feed him and then put him to sleep in a more upright position. Because he sleeps with me that meant that I got virtually no sleep at all. But Braylon did. Once morning came I took him into the bathroom and steamed him out. It really helped because after you could barely hear his congestion! He is super aware still and eating like a champ so I know he cannot be feeling too bad.

I have to say I think I have done very well dealing with him being sick for the first time. Everyone is as happy as can be and I did not drive him unnecessarly to the hospital. I would say that I did good!