Adoption Pt5 Nice to Meet You

Some Fun Facts:

*I feed him breakfast til he barfs. I’m sure we’ll eventually figure it out. 
*When he goes to sleep, he means it. I have to wake him up.
*He’s an easy baby— sweet, gentle, laughing more than he does anything else, going with the flow even when a day consists of DMV type errands where I want to cry.
*But he is just that— a baby. He seems like a 7 month old to me.
*He’s a cuddler.
*He likes Justin Bieber and shimmies to Despacito.
*He has the tiniest butt I ever did see.
*There is not one thing about him that is familiar -- not the shape of his face, the sound of his baby noises, the feel of his hair, the angles of his body. 
*But we are figuring each other out. 
*We smile and laugh a lot when we do. He loves my nose. 
*He hardly ever cries.
*But when he does, any ordinary infant sorrow is magnified by me attributing it to his many losses.
*I am a different kind of mom with him. I can see now how confident I was with my other babies. This mothering feels completely different.
*I’m still not sleeping. So that part’s the same. 
*He loves windows.

*He snores like Blaise.

*He prefers Seth over me.

*He sounds like Curious George when he laughs.

*He fits right in.
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*And we could have missed it.