went lovely! He is up to 9 lbs 1 oz from his birth weight of 8 lbs 11 oz. When we left the hospital he was down to 7 lbs 15 oz so that is great! He was in the 56-58 percentile on both height and weight. Like someone on another thread mentioned I was concerned that Jonah seems congested but he said that is normal newborn congestion and recommended saline drops, using the nose sucker, and a cool mist humidifier.
Also one of his eyes has yellow matter that can cake up and he said that the tube that runs between the eye and nose in a newborn can sometimes take a bit to unplug (up to 6 months!) and to just keep it wiped with a warm wash cloth but it is not infected and he is not sick.
His cord fell off during his 2AM diaper change last night (this morning) and the stump, circ, and everything else checked out just fine! Finally he is ready for his first scrub-a-dub bath. Actually a few days ago I did do a naked bath with him in the tub and just squeezed warm soapy water over him a bit at a time being careful not to let water get on the stump. But now we can do it tonight with no worries!
Just on a side note---I had previously posted about sleeping issues and we discussed that with the doc. He said in the day he does better because of all the noise (TV going, people talking, household noises) but at night when everything is quiet that is why he will not settle. He recommended getting a noise of some sort (white noise, lullaby music, etc) and turning it on a little bit high and letting him settle with it going. Then every week turn it down by 25% so that in a month he will not need the noise to get himself to sleep. We shall see if that works!!!!
On another note there is something amiss with lefty. I think it might stem from an not-quite-perfect latch on that side that has been going on since day 1. I have self-diagnosed myself with both thrush and mastitis but I did actually ask the doc to see if he thought the baby had thrush today and he flat out said he didn't. But then he said that if I had mastitis there would be no milk coming out and that is not the case. So perhaps its just a latch issue on that side. That said, I have a very mild fever of 99.2 and a headache and sore neck. My left boob might actually go into orbit it has been hurting so bad, both during nursing (a burning painful feeling) and after (a deep down aching throb) that I have had the head pad on them for hours today. I did find that pumping hurts waaaaay less than nursing so that is how I came to my conclusion. I'm going to pump and give a bottle until the middle of the night feeding so lefty can have a break again and then will try to work on the latch in the light of tomorrow on that left side. Will update when I have news.
Christmas was wonderful this year! On Christmas eve Joshie put out carrots on the front porch and reindeer food in the back yard for Santa's reindeer and some peanut butter cookies and milk out for Santa. Santa left him a thank you note and a reminder to keep being a good boy and to help watch over his little brother
Christmas morning started at 6:15AM. We had a fun time watching him open the presents and his excitement over it all. Then we just lounged around and let him play with his new toys and had some breakfast. Around 1PM we headed over to my parent's house to meet up with the family and celebrate Christmas and have dinner together. Josh and his cousin played and played until they were both worn out and crabby, LOL!
I did get a little frazzled as this was our first social outing and I was not really wanting to have everyone all up in the baby's face and wanting to hold him and kiss all over his face and hands. I took the poor little guy to the back room to wash his head, face, and hands a number of times throughout the evening. Then my grandmother (the main culprit of the being way to close and kissing all over baby's everything) became too rough with him as she was just so excited to be holding him and I had to ask her to stop. In her defense she is not aware of everything and would never have done so a few years ago.
Oy vey. Two visits to the lactation consultant later...(dun dun dun).....we've got the dreaded thrush. I've got ointment for "the girls", ointment for Jonah's hiney, and oral medication for him. I, of course, SPILLED half of his newly filled medication this morning onto the carpet. Then I said "s.hit" in front of my 5 yr old. I cannot wait for that dandy little word to resurface from his mouth at some inopportune moment in the future.
We spent today (New Year's day) at my parent's house to eat cabbage and black eyed peas and hang out. I got a nap in on the sofa for an hour or so with the baby sleeping on my chest.
Tonight I tried a baking soda and warm water rinse on the girls and then put on the ointment. Forget letting them air dry, that is way painful. And now I'm exhausted and off to bed. Little one is due to eat again in an hour so maybe I can get in another hour of sleep before he wakes. Although I heard him trying to get settled and wiggling all around and tooting, so he might wake sooner than later. G'night.
Yesterday DH and my dad went down to spend the night at the ranch and do some mowing/feed the cows. My mom came over to spend the night at our house to help out and have fun. Joshie had some quality time doing books and 1-on-1 time with her so that was good for him. This morning they went to the park together and he came back red-faced and happy.
Dare I say I think the yeast/thrush issue is headed in the right direction as I have been vigilant about doing all the treatments. Still not recovered fully, but much better. Jonah's tongue isn't white anymore so I guess it wasn't just milk film on his tongue.
Jonah is starting to lose his newborn baby hair in areas. I know usually this happens on the sides of babies' heads from laying in their crib. Jonah's spots are on the top of his head from where the top of his head rubs the under side of my jaw while he lays on my chest. I guess it's safe to say he has been on my chest for the majority of his 3 weeks out of the womb so I've started to work on getting him to be able to sleep in his crib or pack-n-play.
Once I go off to work the daycare sure won't be holding him all day or letting him sleep on his tummy. He needs to learn to be able to settle himself and sleep on his back so we will work on that. Last night I couldn't get him to settle for anything so from 2AM- 5:30AM he ended up sleeping in the swing and me on the sofa to keep an eye on him. After the 5:30AM feeding I was able to get him settled in the pack-n-play but only on his tummy, where he slept until 8:45AM. The walls of the pack-n-play bassinet are mesh, just in case he gets pressed up against them. The strong little booger has no problems lifting and turning his head from side to side, and if his arm gets into the right position up above his head he can also turn himself over from being on his tummy to being on his back.
It's hard having a little one born in the winter months. With Joshua I didn't have to worry about making sure he was warm enough at night. Everything I read says not to use blankets in the crib, but good heavens I don't want to put him to bed wearing a wooly bear suit where he will get overheated. Such a conundrum. Today it's going to be a high of 75 degrees here but by Monday it's going to be a high of 45 and low of 35. I guess I should be grateful for the two days of warmth instead of wondering why the weather has to constantly make us change from using the air conditioner to using the heat from day to day. It's crazy!
It's 8:56PM and everyone in the house is asleep except me. DH has gotten to where he goes up to put Joshie to bed at 8:30PM and just stays in there with him to sleep for the night so he isn't disturbed from his beauty rest by me and the baby peskily getting up all night to nurse Life is so not fair. It would be great if I could feed the baby and then DH could do his part by helping to get him settled, even if just for one feeding during the night.
It's really touch and go right now. Sometimes he will nurse and then go right back down. And sometimes he will fuss for an hour afterward. It can be exhausting for sure.
At any rate things are actually going along well. I went to BRU today to buy a gift for a baby shower and came home with the gift plus a pack-n-play sheet and 2 more crib sheets for us. I only had 2 crib sheets and I had 1 on his crib and the other on the pack-n-play (because it is knit it will stretch and fold under the bassinet floor nicely) so when one of them needed washing I didn't have a replacement to put on while it was being cleaned. So this will be nice. The pnp sheet is quilted a little and will be warm and toasty, but not so quilted that it is a suffocation hazard. Just right.
This Saturday I'm having pictures taken of the boys at a local portrait place. I still haven't had birth announcements done so this will be for that plus it will be his 1 month pics and I'll also get a few of the boys together and maybe 1 of just Josh too. He hasn't had pics taken in quite a while so it's time.
I'm hoping Jonah's newborn rash might clear up in the next few days a bit. He's had it since birth, so about a month now, and from what I've read online it can start to go away after a few days, weeks, or months---so who knows. I feel bad that the source of the rash was getting hormones from me, so it's my fault. Ah well, he's still completely adorable and is irresistibly kissable even so
Even more of his newborn hair has gone bye-bye. Now I find myself staring at his head in the sunlight to squint and try to figure out what color the new growth will be. It's SO exciting but like waiting for a pot of water to boil. Is it blonde, red, reddish-blonde, brown??? I can't even tell so I guess my curiosity will have to wait for a few days or weeks. His newborn hair is a light shade of brown but what has me wondering is that his eyebrows and lashes are very light in color and are blonde to slightly reddish-blonde in color---EXACTLY like DH has. Jonah has DH's eye shape and lash shape/color so that's why I'm wondering if maybe Jonah will also have blonde hair even though it initially came out brown. It so doesn't matter and it's not like I have a preference either way---it's just exciting to wait on. A little like waiting to find out the gender of an unborn child. It doesn't matter if it's a boy or girl, you just want to know!
DH said he was a "toe-head" (which he said means so blonde it's almost white) when he was a kid. Just between you and me, journal, all the baby pictures I've seen of him he has reddish-blonde hair and it didn't get lighter until he was older. And now that DH is "all growed up" (besides the fact that he shaves his head bald) it comes in a little darker and is more reddish-blonde-light brown than it is blonde. He's German-Irish decent so that probably sums it up, LOL!
Little man did GREAT last night! He did a bit of cluster feeding in the evening and I laid him down at 11:15PM, then didn't hear a peep until 3:45AM! I thought that was wonderful! Then he ate and went right back down to sleep until 6:30AM. Great job little guy! Mommy really appreciated 4 1/2 hours of continuous sleep.
I need to start pumping again. My supply is nice and regulated so that I don't need to pump, which is good because I know he is getting the good hindmilk and pumping is such a pain in the tookus if you don't HAVE to do it. But if I could just maybe pump once a day after the first feed in the morning when my supply is high I could just get the remainder of the milk from both sides that he didn't eat and thusly could start building my freezer stash for when I have to go back to work.
I read online at kellymom that a baby doesn't necessarily need the increase in volume of breastmilk like he would need an increased volume of formula between 3-6 months of age. In short, that was because the breastmilk is more readily digested and nutritionally available so there wasn't a need to increase the volume so much. I am going to try and find that article again. It's SO NICE when I'm just nursing because I can tell he's full and content and yet I don't have to worry and wonder over how many ounces of milk he just ate. When you have to pump it and produce "X" number of ounces of milk for each bottle that is so stressful. Then if he finishes it all you wonder if he's full and if you should offer him a little more. Or if he doesn't finish then you feel like it was such a waste for that precious breastmilk to waste an ounce of it. Gah, I wish I didn't have to go back to work so I could just nurse him and forget about needing to pump to have milk to give the daycare.
Can I just say how lovely my children are? Yes, it's 5:53AM and I'm up but this baby is just so easy going I don't even mind. Mind you, I love my Joshua to the moon and back a zillion times, but I will say that he was not an easy baby. He had colic. Would cry for hours upon hours on end and nothing could console him. He also had reflux on top of that. We got through it and he is the most loving and happy child you might ever meet. But as an infant it was hard.
Baby Jonah is just so laid back. Yes, he cries sometimes but it's just until his need is met and then he is fine. With the exception of the fact that he really wants to be held whenever he is awake, but so long as he is in my arms or in the sling, he is a happy camper. But the great part is that he is getting so good about napping and sleeping in the pack-n-play bassinet and settling himself to sleep. When he is awake he needs to be held but when he is getting to sleep, I can set him in the pnp and he will rustle around in there and settle himself down to sleep! There is no hours and hours of rocking this baby to get him to sleep. The funny thing is I will put him down in there and then I can hear him grunting and I can hear the rustling of him worming around. I'll give him a minute or two and then peek at him and he is clear off on the other side of the bassinet somewhere with his head crammed into a corner. He likes the top of his head crammed into a corner and I'm so glad the sides of the bassinet are mesh so I don't have to worry over him re-breathing air like that.
It has been too long since I wrote in my journal! A few days ago we drove down to President Bush's new house in our area and took some photos up on the front steps of the house and it was really fun. It will be neat to look back on someday.
I have gotten two opportunities from work this week and I'm not even back at work yet from maternity leave! One is to co-teach another CE class but on a more local basis than I did last summer. The other is to participate in some mock interviews for people that "they" feel have potential to advance within the company in order to receive feedback on my interviewing skills from people outside my current section. Both of those opportunities are great, although neither will bring in an extra dime.
Joshua and I spent time yesterday and today constructing and decorating his Valentine's box to take to school to hold all of the cards and stuff from his classmates. I must say it is really cool and we are both very proud of it.
The down news of the day is that my little Joshua has just had a HORRIBLE dental report. It seems the poor lad has SIX cavities, two of which will need CROWNS! He has to go back to the dentist three times to have all of this work done, as they will only do two teeth at a visit. He will have to be sedated for all visits it seems. They were unable to even get bitewing x-rays of his teeth for all the gagging he was doing. Poor little booger. I feel just awful. All of these cavities are between his back molars---so it would appear they developed from MY lack of flossing his teeth enough. How awful does that make me feel as a mom? We do brush and he does the flouride rinse. But flossing is not something we have been doing daily, and most apparently we should have been. I have lost sleep over his cavities for a few days now and have been vigilant about his dental hygiene since. Not that it's winning any points now at this late date.
It's starting to creep up on me now that I'm going to have to go back to work in the near future. This is just so unfair. Where is the emoticon for someone having a big 'ol tantrum and rolling around on the floor flailing all appendages? I'm too lazy to look for it but insert that emoticon *here*.
My milk supply is perfect right now. He nurses beautifully on demand and I don't have an oversupply---meaning I am not pumping. Everything is just right the way it is. I have no desire to return to the work place and hook my boobies up to a pump at timed intervals. I have no desire to have to produce "x" amount of milk per day or else I have failed as a meeter-of-needs for my baby.
I have no desire to return to the house of anger and people that constantly need something from me and have no real need to learn to do anything themselves. I have no desire to be yelled at all day. I have no desire to let someone making minimum wage watch after my precious child and I worry that he will be 1) dropped or injured, 2) left to wail in his crib all day, 3) not changed often enough, 4) given the wrong person's breast milk or someone's formula by accident (I know that is not likely but I still worry about it), or 5) that he won't sleep on his back there or will otherwise be unhappy. I'm sure there are more but those are at the tip of the iceberg. Oh, AND I get to pay someone to perform this service that I don't even want to have to use while I go off and sit in a cubicle all day tied to the phone. And the pump.
Clearly I'm having some issues with my return to work, my husband's ongoing lack of acceptable income that is forcing my hand at going back to work, and I plan to pray about this topic heavily between now and then. Although tempting to just pray for a boatload of money to fall into my bank account so this problem will solve itself, I will pray that the Lord will give my heart peace with the outcome that is His will. If that means I will go back to work (which, let's face the fact that unless we hit the lottery next week then I will be returning to work) then I need to be at peace with that. If I'm angry about it then it will bleed over into everyone else and will suck the marrow of our evenings away so we are all miserable.
My older son has survived and thrived in the daycare environment so it couldn't have been so horrible, right? If he ever got the wrong breast milk then I never found out about it, LOL! He DID get a scar scarily close to one of his eyes while in daycare that is still there to this day---and that is the kind of stuff that scares me to no end. Choking, SIDS, viruses, neglect, injury, emotional abuse, shaken baby syndrome. Oh, see! The list from above DOES go on!
At any rate, journal, I hope to look back at this time and chuckle at how overly mother-hennish I am being because everything turned out wonderfully. Perhaps from a corner office with a window overlooking a pond with swans. Now I'm REALLY dreaming!
MIL and her friend are coming into town Friday and I've yet to clean the house or plan a menu for the weekend, much less shop for the ingredients and start assembling the things that can be pre-assembled. Here is another thing about me that is probably no shocker. I can't stand help in the kitchen. It's not help. It's not help when someone needs to ask me where the cutting boards are kept and I have to describe which ones are for meat, which for veg, and where the boning knife or my Rachel Ray knife is kept. Where are the measuring cups? Measuring spoons? Do I like my asparagus cooked al dente?
Then the clean up. Here is my philosophy: If it cannot go in the dishwasher then I don't own it. With the possible exception of fancy stuff only used during the holiday season. Chunk it all in the dishwasher. REALLY. I fully acknowledge the OCD nature of the next comment. BUT...I can't stand "wet". I don't like to have things half-wiped with a dish towel sitting out on the counter, or worse yet, put back where they go in the cabinets all damp and not fully antibacterial-setting dried in the washer. Dare I say a wet spoon put back into the silverware drawer would really ruin both yours and my hour. If I were to lean on the counter and get my shirt wet from a wet spot, it really sends me into a dither.
So when people help by coming in the kitchen and ask a zillion questions about where things are and how to do things, or they stand at the sink running a million gallons of water to wash and half-dry things "for" me, it only makes more work for me, you see? I'm just going to remove everything just put away and wash it in the dishwasher. It's a DISH WASHER. Let it do it's germ-killing job. And I'm not fingering my MIL here, this is just a general statement about how I feel about help in the kitchen all around.
Hence the need to pre-prepare a menu and pre-assemble 90% of it so I don't need any help in the kitchen when guests are staying over. Ridiculous, I am fully aware. So be it.