I had a different baby over the Thanksgiving Holiday weekend. I had a baby that cried, I mean, really cried frequently during the day and night. And it wasn't a cry I was familiar with. This one was very high pitched and screechy; like he was in pain. Max went for his 4 Month Wellness check last Tuesday and received a few booster shots which gave him major tummy trouble-- the kind of tummy trouble where you just cut the onesie off and go directly to the shower (yes, we actually did this). By Wednesday, the AM dosage of Tylenol had no positive impact on his fever, so we carried him back to the Pediatrician and learned he had an ear infection. Not sure how that happened?! He completely rejected his crib for two nights which meant him and Mommy spent the night is his nursery glider and/or on the couch; and he wanted nothing to do with the breast. Just wanted to cry.
Today, 1 week later, he no longer has a fever, but he still appears to be in discomfort. The daycare told me that he cried a lot yesterday and wasn't himself. Is this still left over from his shots last week? Is this teething? He's drooling a ton and chewing on fingers/hands nonstop-- he even interrupts breastfeeding to chew on a finger. What happened to my smiley happy baby? I miss him. :(
I have him a dose of Tylenol last night and it seemed to help settle him. I probably should have given him some this morning too.
On a seperate note, our Thanksgiving was okay. We had a nice dinner, just our little family, and then against my better judgement, went to the in-laws house in the afternoon. Max and I were happy at home watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade in our PJs so getting dressed to go out felt like a chore. And then when we got there, it was very hot, and combined with all of Max's other ailments made for one angry turkey on his first Thanksgiving. :(
Monday, November 22, 2010
One of my favorite breastfeeding moments happens every night with Max. Around 6:30pm he usually gets pretty fussy, begging for his bath and bedtime. He has always loved his baths and recently learned that kicking causes splashing, which means bath water all over my kitchen floor! During bath time, it’s like something clicks in his mind about what’s to follow: nursing. No matter how much he has nursed prior to his bath, I’m pretty sure the post-bath nursing session is his fave—and mine too! When he realizes what’s next, he starts obsessively sucking on anything he can get his mouth on! My arm while in the bath, my shoulder on the way to his room, his hands or nearby toys while he’s on his changing table getting his pj’s put on—and when that time comes for him and I to retreat to the rocker in his serenely lit nursery, he can’t latch on quick enough! Within minutes he is so totally milk drunk—eyes tightly closed, mouth wide open, and milk leaking from one side! Soo sweet. Reason number 237 why I will not fill him up on cereal before bed, even if it means I get up a few more times at night with him—I can’t stand the thought of parting with this moments.
Friday, November 19, 2010
I could really use your help. I came to you early this morning for your support. I was feeling completely defeated having been up all night and not having any success with getting the baby to sleep more than a 45 min stretch. All those nighttime hours spent rocking the baby in the glider; all I could think about was how you were all warm and snuggled up in our bed with the dogs, sleeping. I want to sleep too. Just because I’m the cow, I shouldn’t feel like a single parent. Most of the time, I’m convinced that Max wants to nurse because he smells the milk, or because that’s how he seeks comfort from me, not because he’s hungry. When I came to you this morning you said: “Why was the baby crying?! I couldn’t sleep.” … … … That’s insensitive. And you are quick to point out that I’m the one that wanted kids. While that’s true, we are in this together; for better or worse. You say, “This is the un-fun part of having kids”. Yes, but you take the good with the bad, and I’ve already learned that the good is soo good, that you forget the bad.
When I came to you this morning, I wanted more than the hug. I wanted you to say, “Sit the next one out, babe. You’ve been up all night, I got this”. But instead you ask, “What wrong with him? Does he need a fresh diaper? Is he too hot? Is he cold?”. Do you think I don’t have those same queries? Of course I addressed all those concerns and more!
I need help, husband. If momma aint happy, aint nobody happy. You’ve heard that right? Just sayin.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
::Jump Jump Jump:: Look at him loving his jumparoo! He’s been in that thing the entire time it took me to cook dinner, eat it, and clean the kitchen! Oh, all this jumping is SURE to wear him out! I bet we get a blissful 6 hour sleep stretch tonight! We haven’t had one of those since October something.
::baby crying:: What time is it? 11:00pm. Okay so he slept for 3.5 hours, he’s probably hungry. I bet if I go fill his belly, he’ll sleep until 5am!
11:30pm: Milk coma established.
::baby talking:: Is it 5 already?! Sigh, no only 1am. Another twilight tea party in his crib. Should I just let him hang out? Eh, either way, no one is sleeping except for the dogs. Lucky dogs. Hi baby, your tricks are adorable—I love that you’ve found your feet, and can now roll over-- and I love overhearing your conversations with your crib folk; however, let’s hang in the daylight hours. 1:30am, that was easy. He’s totally passed out and I still have plenty of time to sleep before getting up for work!
::baby crying:: Did I even go to sleep? I’m in my bed, but I swear, I just got here! Damn, 2:10am, I DID just get here. Okay, baby. What’s wrong? Why are you so restless? Are you hungry? Nope. You want a paci? Eh, for a few mins anyways. Let’s get a fresh diaper.
2:30am: He seems pretty wiped out. Wonder how far this will get me? Should I put him in his crib or wait a little longer? Eh, let’s try. It’s still early enough that I can do this routine again. Damn! Too soon! What’s up with all this thrashing?! Why is he drawing his legs up to his chest? Why is he rubbing his face with his fists? His eyes are still closed but obviously not for long! Okay babe, let’s try this again.
Wonder what’s up with the restless thrashing body movements. That’s new. New probably within the last 10 days. Same with these wakeful nights! Hmm.. is he too warm? Impossible, I’m freezing. Maybe he’s cold? What was he wearing that one night when he slept 6 hours straight? We’ll have to dig out those PJs and see if they have magical powers! What direction was his head facing in his crib, East or West? Some culture somewhere I’m sure would say that has something to do with it. Is 4 Month Sleep Regression real? Is this teething? Could he have an ear infection I’m unaware of? Has my diet changed—is it the hot chocolate I drink every morning? I’ll strike that beverage and see what happens. Let’s remember to ask the pediatrician about all this next week at his 4 month wellness check. Why does it suddenly feel like I have no idea what I’m doing?
Wha? What time is it? 3:45am?! Ugh, did I really just waste valuable hours better spent sleeping in my own bed, sleeping here in this glider? Ouch, my neck. Yes, I guess I did. Okay baby, into the crib. You’re definitely sleeping now and I have only an hour before I have to get up and go to work. Damn! What about your crib wakes you up? The cold sheets? If I swaddle your arms, you’re pissed because you can’t have them to rub your face; if I leave your arms free, you rub and scratch at your face—both situations wake you. And there go your legs again, what’s this about? Okay. Come sleep with me in my bed. At least that way I can stretch out and snooze a bit before that alarm goes off!
::baby fussing:: Okay. I gotcha. You and this night are so totally over one another. What time is it? 4:45am. Sigh, alarm in 15 minutes. Okay baby, let’s go watch the news while you get some breakfast.
::baby talking:: Wow, you are so happy at 5:30 in the morning! How can you be this happy on so little sleep?! I LOVE your big ear-to-ear toothless grins! And there’s another one! Are those all for me?!
::hubs in the doorway asking about the night:: I have no idea! I can’t remember! Look at this happy baby!
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
In the 11th hour, I have contemplated whether or not Max's crib could sustain the weight of my post pregnancy body.. I've wished the nursery glider were a Lay-Z-Boy recliner.. I've thought about chucking everything in the office and setting up a second bedroom, with a bed, so that Max and I could co-sleep without disrupting the hubs and two chihuahuas that occupy the Master Bed.
I started off today feeling a bit defeated. Not really sure where to go from here and feeling like I have no idea what I'm doing as a parent. After reading some sleep regression blogs, I feel like my confidence has been restored just enough to get me through another night. It's good to read that Max is right on target with other 4 month olds-- he's just too excited to practice his new tricks rather than sleep!