I apparently had a pregnancy side-effect called Anti-scrap-itis, and I did almost nothing in the six months I spent pregnant… three store assignment pages were all I could manage in March, and that was it. I just had no interest or desire to scrap. There were a few days where I even considered selling all of my scrap stuff and giving it up entirely. Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to know it was a pregnancy induced thing, and my scrap room sat untouched.
I woke up this morning and couldn't *wait* to get my scrap on! I had assignments due last week (didn't get them done on time, needless to say) and a few other page ideas from some Max pictures. So here I present Max's first scrapbook pages, and a Faith one thrown in for good measure! (Click on the image to see it enlarged)
Journaling reads: That's all we can say, Max. Think big. I look at this picture of one of your daddy's fingers filling your tiny tiny hand and it's all I can say, think big, little man. I know the day will come, when you're taller than me, with stinky feet and hair that's a little too long for my liking, but until that day comes, think big. We love you for always, when you're 2 lbs. to 200 and every ounce in between.
On the Max-medical front, his feedings are suspended again, he just isn't liking formula. His little belly is still so swollen from this air in his gut, that they're focusing on getting that taken care of ASAP. He looks so uncomfortable sometimes, it kills me that I can't fix it. I can't even cuddle him to try and make him feel better, because holding him is probably even more uncomfortable. The good news is that it's just air, and they're checking it regularly to make sure it stays that way, it just looks like it hurts. 🙁 His lungs just keep getting better and better, though, and he's weeks ahead of schedule on that front, so we'll say thanks for that and get his tummy resolved. Prayers are always welcome, of course.