Clocking in at a healthy 9 lbs, 9 oz and 21.25 inches, he spent his whole birthday in the NICU thanks to blood sugar issues because of his size.
Or perhaps because of the 7 McDonalds caramel sundaes I consumed in the week leading up to his birth.
So far he's a hungry big boy.
Contorts in all kinds of interesting "fourth trimester" positions.
Enjoys arms swaddled, but legs not so much.
Me?
I'm scared.
(Honestly, I am. I don't excel at newborn stage).
