Little man went in for his circumcision* today. He survived. Daddy survived. I cried. A lot.
My internal mama-bear was clawing her way out as they strapped him to the table and got him ready for the, ahem, *procedure.* At that point, I politely declined the opportunity to stay in the room, as did Ryan. (Who am I kidding? I was practically running out the door.. there was nothing polite about it. and I don't run.)
All is well now, and he's snoring (yes, baby snores...) in his crib as I write. With a little luck, the first diaper change will go equally well and we won't be too mortified by what we see upon un-sticking those little yellow tabs.
I've got the Vaseline and baby Tylenol ready.
Oh! and some good news? We weighed him while we were there... seven pounds, three ounces! Yippeeee! The doctor gave us the go-ahead to let him sleep during the night instead of waking him regularly to eat. We'll see, come Monday, if he is still gaining adequately.
...and! He sort of fits his newborn clothes now! I almost cried (again) this morning when I tried a newborn size onesie on him and he wasn't able to squirm out of it. Our little guy is growing like a weed(on)!
*if you aren't pro-circ., please don't make me (us) feel bad for having it done... got it? good. and I mean that in the nicest way possible.