Two weeks old!

Max turned two weeks old yesterday and things are flowing smoothly. He has to make a few more visits to the pediatrician but it's mostly routine stuff. Of course, I get carried away when the doctor tells me something as simple as, "let's keep an eye on it?". What! Why do we have keep an eye on it? What's wrong with Max? Is he going to be ok? Is this normal for babies Max's age? Is he too small? Too slow? Does this mean anything? Is he eating enough? Is he pooping enough? Peeing? Then I get sick, nauseous and visualize things that I wouldn't Max to go through.

I ask Amy, "when does the worrying stop?", she returns a resolved look and quietly says, "never" and returns to feeding Max or changing him.

I'm a little nervous though because we had to return Max to the ER on his second day with us. I didn't realize how delicate a newborn could be. Still, for all of Max's delicate tendencies, he's amazingly resilient and strong. I'm always proud to see Max do something new.

He's awake more and appears to be taking in life. Sometimes I can distract him and get him to track a moving object. Other times he simply keeps his huge brown-blue eyes open and appears to look and stare past me where there is nothing there. Amy's confident that Max is absolutely fine and simply getting used to being being out of the womb. She should know, she's been taking him to the pediatrician and watches his every move.