Max, 5/23/2011, 2 months 1 week
At the urging of our home care nurse, we took Max fr a retinopathy of prematurity exam. Given he had a perfect eye exam, we went out to celebrate at Carrabba’s. As my lunch arrived at the table, I looked up and was greeted with this sight.
Max, April 1st, 18 days old
One of the first pictures of Max in his bassinet the day we got home from the hospital.
Max, June 6th, 12 weeks old
Leaving Max to go back to work became much more difficult once he became more interactive. We would play “kissy face” where I’d tell him I was going to kiss his “cheekies”. He’d smile and giggle with every kiss. He still does.
Max, 2 days old
Max, 7/28/2011, 19 weeks, 4 days old
Take baby, add water and soap, and, voila! Instant cuteness!
Max, 4/1/11, 18 days old
The best day in the hospital was when they moved Max out of the nursery and in to our room. It was the first real signal that he had made it through the scary forest of preemiedom and was entering the meadow of infancy.
Max, May 20th, 2011, 9 weeks, 4 days old
I picked up the little yellow elephant outfit at Osh K’osh when I was about 8 or 9 weeks pregnant and had no idea if we would have a boy or a girl. I was so excited when he was big enough to wear it- it’s tucked away now, one of my dearest mementos of his early days.
Max, 4/1/2011, 19 days old.
The buckle is almost as big as his face.
Max, 6 days old, on 3/20/2011
Max always has the best facial expressions. Now we see many more smiles, but in the beginning, he was full of very serious looks.
Max, 7 days old
I’ve been trying to figure out what serious thoughts such a small peanut could think up. World domination? The Riemann Hypothesis? Unified field theory? The next meal?
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