February 3, 2011 - The Twelve Days of Noah's Life

Grace holding Noah for the second time, with a little bit of help from Rose!

On March 10, 2009 I wrote a pretty corny blog post called The Twelve Days of Grace's Life, with re-written words to The Twelve Days of Christmas song. I assumed that Noah's first days would be so similar to Grace's, but suprisingly I've been able to come up with new lyrics once again (with a few repeats because they are still so true!). I know you're impressed :)

On the first day of Noah's life my baby gave to me: an unconscious husband next to me.

On the second day of Noah's life my baby gave to me: two beautiful, healthy children and an unconcious husband next to me.

On the third day of Noah's life my baby gave to me: three hours of consecutive sleep, two beautiful, healthy children and an unconcious husband next to me.

On the fourth day of Noah's life my baby gave to me: my fourth and last day in the hospital, three hours of consecutive sleep, two beautiful, healthy children and an unconscious husband next to me.

On the fifth day of Noah's life my baby gave to me: five little smiles, my fourth and last day in the hospital, three hours of consecutive sleep, two beautiful, healthy children and an unconscious husband next to me.

On the sixth day of Noah's life my baby gave to me: six poopy diapers, five little smiles, my fourth and last day in the hospital, three hours of consecutive sleep, two beautiful, healthy children and an unconscious husband next to me.

On the seventh day of Noah's life my baby gave to me: seven cuddles with his Farmor, six poopy diapers, five little smiles, my fourth and last day in the hospital, three hours of consecutive sleep, two beautiful, healthy children and an unconscious husband next to me.

On the eighth day of Noah's life my baby gave to me: eight questions for his doctor, seven cuddles with his Farmor, six poopy diapers, five little smiles, my fourth and last day in the hospital, three hours of consecutive sleep, two beautiful, healthy children and an unconscious husband next to me.

On the ninth day of Noah's life my baby gave to me: nine Danes visiting us at home, eight questions for his doctor, seven cuddles with his Farmor, six poopy diapers, five little smiles, my fourth and last day in the hospital, three hours of consecutive sleep, two beautiful, healthy children and an unconscious husband next to me.

On the tenth day of Noah's life my baby gave to me: ten hours with Far back at work, nine Danes visiting us at home, eight questions for his doctor, seven cuddles with his Farmor, six poopy diapers, five little smiles, my fourth and last day in the hospital, three hours of consecutive sleep, two beautiful, healthy children and an unconscious husband next to me.

On the eleventh day of Noah's life my baby gave to me: eleven feeding sessions, ten hours with Far back at work, nine Danes visiting us at home, eight questions for his doctor, seven cuddles with his Farmor, six poopy diapers, five little smiles, my fourth and last day in the hospital, three hours of consecutive sleep, two beautiful, healthy children and an unconscious husband next to me.

On the twelfth day of Noah's life my baby gave to me: twelve hours with no crying!, eleven feeding sessions, ten hours with Far back at work, nine Danes visiting us at home, eight questions for his doctor, seven cuddles with his Farmor, six poopy diapers, five little smiles, my fourth and last day in the hospital, three hours of consecutive sleep, two beautiful, healthy children and an unconscious husband next to me.

An excellent twelve days for sure!

LMW