Baby boot camp: Week one

One week down. 52 (weeks) x 18 (years) = 936 - 1 (this last week) = 935 weeks to go?

Since the birth of our son, Tracy and I have come to understand what "exhaustion" means. I'll be honest. I always thought parents were stretching things a bit when they reminisced about the sleepless nights that accompanied the birth of a child. Apparently they were telling the truth.

All those slumber parties I wasn't invited to or Mom nixed when I was a kid? Let's just say Reagan is helping make up for all the fun I thought I missed out on. Since the little guy came along, it's like a pajama party every night. Except he does all the snacking. And staying awake doesn't come as easily. And then there's the 3 a.m. blowouts.

OK. So it's maybe not quite a pajama party.

But sleepless nights aside, Reagan has brought such joy to our lives. I'm so glad God gave him to us.

Welcome to the world, Baby Reagan!

Reagan Michael Koskan arrived March 11 at 2:30 p.m. He weighed 6 pounds, 10.4 ounces and measured 19.5 inches long.

We checked in to the hospital at 11:15 a.m., and the little guy arrived at 2:30 p.m. It was a quick delivery (but Mom's not complaining).

Any day now ...

OK. Seriously. This kid can come any day now. Mom and Dad are ready already. I'm officially unemployed. Friday was my last day of work. I've cleaned the house a dozen times and thought about cleaning it a dozen more. How many times can a person clean out their closets?

My doctor tells me the baby is so low that it should be a quick delivery. Too bad "quick" and "painless" aren't one and the same.

My little brother celebrates his 23rd birthday today. He's rooting for his sister to deliver today. Apparently Uncle Matt thinks it would be cool to share this, the day of his birth, with his nephew. And, he points out, 03.05.08 would be easy to remember because 03+05=08.

I'll try my best not to disappoint, Mattchew.