Our sweet Dominik is a tiny little angel without wings. My heart bleeds for him because he has pains for a week, he cries a lot bitterly, almost all day long and hardly sleeps by day. The doctor said on Thursday that he has earache and prescribes drops for him. Independent of his awakeness at daytime, he sleeps through almost the whole night. Eg. when he falls asleep at 10 PM, he wakes up at 3:30 AM. He adores to suck, being at the breast, he’s developing very well. His present weight is 4530 grammes, 4380 was a week ago and was 3280 when we departed the hospital on 27th July. He’s a really strong little boy: holds up his head and turns over from the very start.
At long last we have the baby carriage – after more than a month waiting. It’s from Germany. It’s easy to handle and I like the colour of it. I hope Dominik, too.
We had a busy week as regard visitors. On Friday the cousins with children gathered together, only Vanessza (4) was missing whose nose was running so her mother, Erika decided not to bring her.
This is the most difficult post I have ever composed. I have bothered my head much about what to write down from the thousand thoughts and experiences going through my mind. My feelings hardly can be put into words. Not only Dominik was born 3 weeks ago but also a mother. If I worded the first days I’d use the following expressions: complete exhaustion, crying fits, agonizing fear, first experiences, getting used to each other, getting accustomed to the completely new situation.
This period is a vicious circle at first. This is time for recover, it would be important to stay in bed lieing avoiding nervousness because of the involution of the womb and galactopoiesis. You know that you should relax but it’s almost impossible to carry out unless you have a mother like mine whose solicitude is endless. And then I haven’t
mentioned the unexpected early visitors. You have just try to assimilate the fact that you have a baby, an own baby who needs you, only you and this time forth you’re responsible for him, you live for him and do your best while your life has been turned upside down for that you can’t prepare yourself during the 9 months. I think I would die of the bare idea of losing him.
Our son’s features change day by day. At first sight, most people’s reaction is that he is the spitting image of Krisztián. Generally it’s said that the boys take after their mothers. I don’t know, we’ll see. 
His earache has diminished by now and since then he is calmer, he looks a different baby. He makes his voice heard only when he’s hungry (often and loudly). In the district nurse’s opinion he eats record quantity (800-900-1000 grammes per day). Fortunately, breast-fed babies can’t be overfeed. He eats heartily, often with a smile in the corner of his mouth. We took part in a routine orthopedic examination on Monday – everything is O.K.
