The second night

It's mentioned in books, in passing. And they do tell you about it in the hospital papers. It's that moment when the baby realizes that he is no longer in his comfortable condo and now has to live outside, which involves so many hard things like breathing, feeding, figuring out what to do with your arms and legs, etc. I thought we had escaped that, but turns out that when you are born at 11:18 pm, the first night doesn't count. Olivier spent last night feeding and crying. And I mean really crying. He might be tiny, but he sure has solid lungs and a rather efficient voice.

So today, we took it easy, cause mama wasn't feeling so good after such a hard night, and baby boy is a bit confused. And yellow. But that brings out the blond of his hair.