It’s been almost two and a half years since my last ride on the newborn train. There are so many things to remember …

… How long do they nurse on each side? What was that technique for getting them to open their mouths bigger for a deeper latch?

… Baby acne … Is it normal to start this early? How long will it take to run its course?

… Did it work out better for us to change before a feeding or after? Did it really depend on the baby? Did Seth or Nora do this well with the peeing and pooping?

… Baby fingernails are like tiny razors. I think we file, not cut … But that booklet says to trim. Which one was right? What did we do with Seth and Nora?

… Did I feel this guilty sending Nora to the nursery for a quick nap for mommy and daddy on the last night in the hospital? Did I send Seth at all?

… It seemed so much longer to stay in the hospital with Seth. Is it just the difference between a spontaneous 7am birth and an induced 3pm birth, or is it because we’re not so totally overwhelmed?

… Jude is bigger than Seth and Nora were at birth, but he still seems so tiny. Were they really that small? How can they be so big now?

… Jude smells just like my other newborns, even though he’s already such a different baby. Why can’t we take smell pictures so I can keep this forever?

… Those perfect little feet, never having touched the ground. Skin that’s so soft and will never be this way again. Utter perfection, even with baby acne.

… Quiet moments stolen in the middle of the night when he’s still just mine, even though he’s on the outside now.

… Those hormonal surges that come the thirdish day that make you cry at the sight of a pizza box.

… The absolutely rank smells that a newborn baby can put out when he passes gas.

… The delight and amazing feel of a newborn tucked up into your chest, resting on your shoulder.

So many, many things to remember.

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