Jonathan's original story is available here.
Jonathan's 1st week
Jonathan's First Month (selected excerpts)
First of all, I had a great first week or two when Gayla's mom was here. She held me at
night when I was unhappy and didn't put me into my box until I was ready to sleep.
Those were the good old days, but they seem long ago now that I have lived so much life
since then.
Right after Grandma Friberg left, I started crying a lot at night and in the afternoon. Dad
said I was just plain inconsolable, which I think is a bit of a cop-out, but after a few days
and a call into the pediatrician, we went in for a visit. She thought my symptoms
sounded like I had acid reflux and prescribed some medicine for me. Since I hadn't
tasted anything other than breast milk for my entire life, I was quite surprised at a
different tasting substance. It shocked me right out of my crying. That was also about
the time I learned how to push liquid out of my mouth and down the front of my outfit.
Dad only shoots a little medicine in at a time now.
I think I've finally gotten mom to realize the importance of sleeping when I sleep. For a while she was trying to get lots of stuff done during the day and then feed me at night. I didn't think she could keep that up for long. Dad thinks she is much more fun to be around if she takes a nap or two during the day. This didn't come very easy to mom though.
The other rather unpleasant development is that Dad has discovered how to blow in my
face when I'm crying. I really don't like that and make a truely awful face to show him,
but he doesn't seem to notice. Sometimes, right after he blows, he'll do something called
centrifugal acceleration and then, occasionally I forget that I'm unhappy and stop crying.
I'm starting to develop a longer attention span so that isn't working quite as well as it
used to.
Even though my dad in particular likes my he-man pose, its starting to get old so I don't
sleep that way much any more. I enjoy wiggling my arms around and pushing things
with my legs. I even got to pick a cantaloupe or two with dad the other day. This whole
sun thing is pretty weird. My eyes always close when the sun shines on them and then
open when I'm in the shade. Shade is nice. Mom wondered how I managed to get weed
seeds snagged in my clothes, but then Dad explained it to her. The conversation went
like this.
Mom: "What on earth?"
Dad: "Huh?"
Mom: "How did Jonathan get weed seeds snagged on his clothes?"
Dad: "No idea. We didn't get that close to the weeds."
Mom: "Well he didn't get them inside."
Dad: "I did end up having to perform a very intricate maneuver to pick the cantaloupe
while holding onto Jonathan."
Mom: "Oh, you were picking a cantaloupe, that explains it. Thanks for bringing it in."
To ease the minds of all those people who wonder if I'm sleeping through the night, the answer is yes....
If night is defined as the hours between 12:00 and 3:30. If you prefer to talk about night
being the hours between 10:00 and 8:00 I generally wake up twice, which I think is really
pretty good for someone with as small a stomach as I have. Oh yeah, I'm trying to help
my parents develop their muscles so at my last appointment they said I weighted 10
pounds and 12 ounces or so. I think my constant eating is working.
Guess what? Oh this is so exciting!! I can hardly wait to tell you all. My umbilical stump fell off!! At first I was very scared because that thing has been stuck to me ever since I was born, but then I realized that with it off, Dad stopped sticking that nasty cold alcohol drenched Q-tip in there. I really didn't like the Q-tip cleaning proceedure. It probably doesn't matter much because I'm a guy and won't be showing off the ole belly button much, but so far it looks like its an inny so I guess I don't take after Aunt Amy.
Lastly, I was able to attend my first Model T Club meeting and even rode there and back in the Model T. Dad was quite worried that I would scratch the bed of the pickup with my little car carrier, but we put a blanket underneath so that wouldn't happen.
