Three weeks old.
And what a chunk o' love.
He's got rolls that make the Pillsbury Dough boy jealous.
He's got a smile that melts hearts. (and no, this mamma is certain it's not just gas)
But tummy troubles, oh does he have them.
I'm praying his little digestive system starts working properly and he (and I) can get some rest.
Life is hard when you're a newborn.
My big little man has a hairline fracture on his shoulder bone from his strenuous journey through the birth canal.
I noticed that he favored his left arm and didn't move it as much as the other one so we had x-rays taken.
It's on the mend, though, and healing fast.
Did I mention how much I love his roly poly-ness?