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Say what you will about this being gas; we're calling it a smile.
Maximillian didn't really pay attention to the What to expect the first year book we're reading. He's supposed to be focused on eating, sleeping & pooping right now; not getting to the after Christmas sales right when the mall opens.
When Maximillian gets a bit older, he can tell us what he was saying:
A- Dear Sir, Pardon me, but I wasn't quite finished with my entrè.
B- Stick that thing back in the hole before I snap your friggin neck.
Merry Christmas from our little elf.
Och ett stort tack till Claus, Elisabeth, Tim & familjen för en underbar Julafton i Härryda.
Every Halloween for the past, oh, 10 years or so, for some reason I could never really explain, I have been carving the same pumpkin face. Now I think maybe it was a premonition...
...but he's getting there. At 19 days old, he already weighs over a pound more than his birth weight, and 1.5 pounds more than his lowest recorded weight. This explains the non-stop feeding frenzy!
We walked Max to his first check-up appointment at the BVC while it snowed. The temps have been well below freezing for a while, and, according the forecast, that will continue for some time to come, so it looks like we'll be enjoying a white Christmas this year.
We dared take our first non-medical outing with Mr. Max. To IKEA of course. He was quite apathetic about the whole thing.
We sent in our name application so that Max will officially be Max. Little cousin Ava will surely be dissapointed that he didn't become Pope TuTu which was her favorite. Once the application is done, we can start getting him his US Passport & SSN, his Swedish residency permit and hopefully Swedish citizenship.
We found a nice surprise in the bottom of the clementine crate. I doubt it's this specific clementine the song refers to.
We got a light dusting the last couple of days, but rain today will take it away.
What we miss most about the hospital is the Magic Red Button. Give it a little push and within minutes an educated, experienced, observant, kind & caring midwife shows up to give you a hand or answer your questions. The midwives we had contact with are in a league of their own; exceptional human beings that make this world a better place every day. They took care of us physically, psychologically & emotionally through the whole process. Truly World Class. A button like that a home would be nice.
We ventured out of our cave for our first walk with Mr. Max. It went well; he likes being in the sling. Mamma is recovering slowly but surely and was able to keep a good pace.
One of Maximillian's favorite places- on top of the washing maching. It must be running, and preferably on the spin cycle. The is a self-perpetuating phenomenom as the vibrations make him poop, which creates more laundry.
Here's Max getting his very first bath on day 3 at the hospital. He thoroughly hated it.
Born Wednesday December 2nd, 4:47pm Gothenburg Standard Time
3130 grams, 51 centimeters (6 lbs 14 oz, 20 inches)
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The view from the delivery room. A cold, clear, crisp day in Gothenburg.
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Ali hits the laughing gas hard.
Max's very first picture…with a shocked mom. One minute old.
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Dad cuts the cord, five minutes old. (The midwife still has a couple of fingers left.)
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Maximillian gets plugged, 30 minutes old.
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Mom & Dad get the special Födelsedagsbricka while a 2 hour old Max is bundled in warm towels.
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One skinny, pissed-off boy.
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The next afternoon; all wrapped up.
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Relaxing with a tired pappa. He shares not only dad's good looks, but his keen affinity for the female breast.
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Mom gets her reward for 22 hours of labor.
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Maximillian passes his first doctor exam at 2 days old. He played it cool and just gave the doctor a little wink when she checked his big-man-parts instead of peeing on her.
Max's birth info on the little card on his bassinette.
Maximillian gives the "Give me boob" sign.
We checked in to the delivery ward 2am Wednesday, and we were back home 5pm Saturday. The care was nothing short of outstanding.
If you've still got your local newspaper from Wednesday, please save it. We'll collect them next time we see you (or send it to us, together with a pallet of diapers).
Yesterday started below zero, but sunny as can be.
Do it yourself vacuum extraction.
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