Susan and I are at the three week and one day mark of being parents. It is so much fun watching Susannah get bigger and change before our very eyes. And we do even love her fussing and crying, strange as it may seem. We just know the crying goes with the territory of a newborn. She still doesn’t know what is happening around her and she just knows that she got fed twenty four hours a day, seven days a week in the womb, and now when she wakes up, her stomach is empty. And so she screams bloody murder.
And when Susan or I have a major headache from the screaming we have ways to deal with it. Take an aspirin or something stronger, like fioricet, a medicine for stronger-than-average headaches.
But we love it. That crying means that she is alive and well. No sign of weakness in her lungs.
I want a stethoscope! I have always been intrigued by that ubiquitous tool hanging around the doctor’s neck. I remember playing with a stethoscope as a kid. I remember playing with one as an adult. I even got a chance to use one as a Combat Medic in the US Army, and I have never lost the fascination with 