Goodnight Mom

This photo was taken when Max was one week old. We celebrated by making box-brownies (aka ready-to-go, in a box, brownie kit), which I decorated with writing icing. A large pink “1” surrounded by hearts and stars. Of course it was more for me than for Max, or anyone else. I needed to celebrate. I needed to eat a ton of gooey delicious brownies! The first week had been difficult. More than that. It was traumatic. It’s painful to look back, to really remember. After bringing Max home from the hospital we were in a whirlwind trying to figure out what he needed at any given moment. Feed, change, try to put down to sleep. Repeat. After one night alone in the hospital , I was grateful to be with Steve and my parents at home. It was comforting to be next to Steve during the night and have his support.  Exhausted Max fed often, day and night. He was especially awake at night. He would have 45 min - 1 hour naps and wake up hungry again.This is normal for newborn babies. Sometimes