Well, it’s been a whirlwind six days since Jude made his illustrious appearance. I cannot lie when I say he is the most beautiful, perfect baby I’ve ever seen. But everyone told me I’d say that. Jude had a little trouble getting started on nursing, but we persevered, with the screaming, oh the screaming. His Screaming Screaminess who Screams-A-Lot couldn’t quite figure out that he was hungry until he was STARVING and SO hungry that he couldn’t even focus to latch on. He’s gotten much better, I’m happy to say. After we met with the lactation consultant on Monday for our follow-up and nursing tips, she felt he looked a little jaundiced, so sent us over to pediatrics. Sure enough, he’s an 11 on the jaundice scale, whatever that means. We were sent home with instructions to give him a sun bath. He very much enjoyed it, and I think we will spend more time on our covered patio in the mornings and late afternoons. Brought him back on Wednesday for a follow-up and his levels were down to 10.5. I was all ready to be disappointed at such a slight decrease, but they were all, “That’s great! He doesn’t need any therapy or baby tanning beds. Keep up the good work and we’ll see you at his two week appointment.” With that hurdle over, we’ve just been hanging at home, working on getting the whole arms thing figured out. Whenever he’s unwrapped, he shakes his little arms in the air, fists aloft as if to say, “Oh the humanity of life! Don’t tread on me!” Quite the little revolutionary. Oh, how we love this little guy. Pictures coming soon, I promise!