Aren't we glad he is finally home after a week at the hospital. No more doctors, nurses, disposable feeding bottles, blood tests and sore feet. Everytime we wrapped him in the swaddler, he manages to wriggle his way out of it without a flaw with either one of his hands out like he's bloomed. And the best thing is, he manages to do this while he sleeps. Getting used to his cries every two hours at the beginning can be pretty taxing but knowing he is our little munchkin, small and feisty, all is well. Daddy and Mommy, we share our loads. Taking turns to take care of our little spaceboy. Just knowing we keep him warm and safe puts a smile on our tired faces.
Sleeping soundly but slowly yet surely wriggling his hands out of his swaddler. One thing I realise about my baby is that he stretches a lot. And he bleats like a goat everytime he does that, only cuter than a goat. Most definitely. Some folks say, when babies stretch, it means they are growing fast. Erm I hope so.
And finally his hands are out. Mittens are somewhat lost within the swaddler from all that stretching and wriggling. Asthetically, this shot was taken at an angle whereby his hand looks as if
it is much much smaller than it is.
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