The world of Wyatt
by Jennifer Cohron
Aug 22, 2010 | 2058 views | 0 0 comments | 32 32 recommendations | email to a friend | print
Jennifer Cohron
Jennifer Cohron
Several people have asked me for an update on Wyatt this week.

The 7-pound, 12-ounce infant I delivered almost four months ago is now a 20-pound chunk of lead.

I bought an adorable Santa suit for him on clearance in January. I got a 6-9 month size so it would fit him in December. Now I’m hoping he can wear it for Halloween. The hat is already too small.

He’s growing up as much as he is out. I’m sure he’s going to be 6 feet tall one day like his dad and uncle Matt.

He looks a lot like me, but he definitely has Zac’s reddish hair. If his eyes stay their current baby blue, I’ll have to beat little girlfriends away with a stick.

Wyatt likes to eat, especially sweet potatoes. We were sent home from the hospital with little 2-ounce bottles of formula. Now he can chug a 4-ouncer without even breathing hard.

His favorite lullaby is Bob Seger’s “Turn the Page,” sung by his hippie-at-heart daddy.

He has already ventured into politics with his first visit to a Cordova City Council meeting last month.

Several field trips have also been taken to Piggly Wiggly to meet Zac’s co-workers.

Wyatt is a very happy baby. Every morning while I’m changing his diaper, he looks up at me and laughs like we’re playing a game.

He is fascinated by ceiling fans. He also likes looking out the window next to our recliner, which Zac has named “the cool dudes chair.”

He can’t watch TV yet, but the vuvuzelas at the World Cup did hold his attention for a while one weekend. He also sat through an all-day “Golden Girls” marathon with me once. I think children should be exposed to the classics as soon as possible.

He is convinced that everyone he sees exists to entertain him. What he doesn’t realize is that we get a lot of enjoyment out of him too.

He learns something new every day — rolling over, sucking his thumb, squealing in delight.

Zac gets out the camcorder every time the baby sneezes. Literally. He was recording us in the hospital the day after Wyatt was born when he sneezed for the first time. So we can relive that special moment forever.

My favorite moment caught on camera is the footage of him after he was born while the nurses were still cleaning him up. Zac is providing commentary to future Wyatt through his sniffles.

I also love the clip of Wyatt rolling onto his stomach one weekend. Zac was watching him while I was at work. He left the camera on while Wyatt rolled onto his side with ease, grunted a few times trying to get all the way over and then flopped onto his back exhausted from the effort.

This went on for about 10 minutes until Wyatt finally landed on his stomach. At that point, the proud papa/cameraman yelled, “You did it! And I got it! You did it and I got it!”

I’m often asked if Wyatt is sleeping through the night yet. He isn’t. I get up with him twice a night after we go to bed. Zac’s shift begins between 5 and 6 a.m.

Zac and I have had a couple of date nights while my family watches Wyatt for a few hours.

It’s nice to have a good meal, talk and watch a movie together. But after a while the house gets too quiet and Zac starts asking me when the baby will be home.

Not long ago, Zac asked me if I remembered what we did before Wyatt came along.

I have vague recollections of leaving the house without a diaper bag, watching TV uninterrupted and sleeping until Zac’s alarm went off. Those were good times, but I wouldn’t give up my son to go back to them.

Several people in our area have recently lost children, whether they were infants or teenagers. Others are standing by their babies as they fight to live one more day.

I don’t pretend to know their pain, but I am affected by their stories.

So every night when my son settles down and falls asleep on my shoulder, I give him lots of kisses on his wrinkled little forehead and am thankful that a chunk of lead landed in my life. Տ