Tag: all things baby
Before I start in on this actual post, I just want to give an explanation. It’s Tuesday! As promised, this is a Warm Milk post — a post about that sweet, sweet #momlife. That said, it took me a solid ten minutes of staring at a blank page on my screen to actually decide what to write about. I have a lot of thoughts about motherhood, and I’m not sure where to begin. Do I give a recommendation for the single book that turned sleep around in our house? Do I write about my favorite postpartum baskets, even though it’s been nearly nine months since I gave birth, and I’m dealing with new things like blossoming mobility and hours upon hours of whining? Our approach to solids? (Quips about lentils that have been through entire digestive systems AND multiple laundry cycles and have still held up? For your sake, I won’t continue.)
Another month down, huh? Things are finally starting to get less chaotic in our lives, which I’m probably even happier than Ambrose about. The past month has brought a lot more mobility, a load of sleep struggles, and more joyous moments than anyone can even count.
What a month it’s been! We closed on our house, got our household goods delivered, unpacked everything, and then spent a week in Indiana. And just like that, Ambrose turned seven months old. Is time really going to keep moving this quickly? Can’t I just hit the pause button? (I say that now, as he’s contentedly entertaining himself on the floor with a rattle. There are definitely times when I want to press the fast-forward button and just move past all the temper tantrums and power struggles that are only beginning!)
Here we are, a half a year old and better than ever. This month has, at least for me, just flown, with a 12-day vacation to Georgia at the beginning and a weeklong cross-country move at the end. And in spite of all the craziness in his life, Ambrose has just continued to grow and thrive. He’s really starting to find his voice and flirting with mobility. Just in time for us to arrive at the new house and get things thoroughly Ambrose-proofed!
Five months of #momlife and I’m ready to hit the pause button on Ambrose. I’ve really and truly fallen in love with him this past month. Maybe it’s because he’s sleeping better (read: I’m sleeping better) or because he’s finally out of Leap 4 (and actually, technically in Leap 5, so the grumpies are back a bit) but he’s just a delight. He’s old enough to be really fun, but not too old that I have to worry about bad behavior or mobility. He knows to smile at the camera when I say “One, two, three!” and sometimes when he’s eating he looks up at me and gives this flirty half-grin…so, yeah. He’s pretty much got me wrapped around his wee little finger. And I’m alright with that.
Ambrose is two months young today! Meaning that we are one month out from the end of the so-called Fourth Trimester…phew. This month has simultaneously flown by and been one of the longest months of my life. I suspect that’s how motherhood is in general. I’m trying to cherish these early days, but…I would like just a bit more sleep! (Still, Ambrose is a treasure, and we are so happy that he’s back home and healthy.)
After all of yesterday’s scary procedures and waiting, today was much, much better — for me emotionally, and also for Ambrose. There have been so many changes since the last update that it’s hard for me to remember everything!
Overnight, the nurses took out his ventilator, as promised. They also took the monitor off his forehead — or rather, Ambrose took it off himself. Feisty one! He’s being weaned off the morphine he’s on (lil addict) and has three more days of antibiotics, as the meningitis culture has so far come back negative. His oxygen is down to 40%; it needs to be at 21% for him to breathe ambient air. (I can’t remember if I wrote about that in yesterday’s update or not!) They took out his catheter, as he was peeing through it — a couple days ago the nurse gave him a dose of a diuretic called Lasix that has had him peeing up a storm ever since. This is great — notice how puffy he’s been? Even with all the peeing, he weighed in at 10 1/2 lbs this evening. Keep in mind that he hasn’t even started feeding yet.
Biggest news from today: they removed the umbilical line, meaning that we finally got to hold him! Words can’t even express how wonderful it is to be able to hold our boy and watch his little yawns and grimaces. Tonight I read him his bedtime story while holding him on my lap, and then we said our prayers as a family. Additionally, this means that he now gets to wear clothes! Except that he’s such a chunk that he’s almost too big for 0-3 months clothes, and he’s already out of newborn diapers. Diapers! I got to change his diaper today too! (I’m telling you — so many updates in a single day that my head is spinning.)
The next few days hold some great things as well. The bile tube, which was coming out of his mouth but was moved to his nose after he kept gagging and trying to rip it out and, has been coming back clear, which is a good sign that his digestive system is ready to get going. (If they’d fed him any earlier, the milk would have just sat there and it would have been bad news. Conservation of energy.) If the line still looks good tomorrow, they’re going to try and do something they call a trophic feed, which means that they’ll give him a tiny bit of my milk via feeding tube. And from there we’ll see what happens!
All this is great news, but we still have a long road ahead of us before we can take our buddy home. Grandpa is taking bets on how long it will be: he guesses a week, Grandma guesses two weeks, Aunt Becca guesses three. The care team also estimates around three weeks. It really depends on how well he takes being weaned off things like oxygen, morphine, and the sedative, and whether he feeds well — there’s the very real possibility that he’ll develop an aversion to feeding because of all the crap that’s been shoved down his throat for the past week. Poor guy, I don’t blame him!
As for myself, I had a very nice afternoon and evening. Ambrose got a new roommate, so we had to vacate the room for a few hours while they got her set up. J and I took that time to go into town. It was the first time I’d been outside the immediate hotel/hospital area since we got here, so I really enjoyed the trip! We loaded up on snacks for me at Whole Foods, grabbed a coffee at a really great place called Publik Coffee, and then headed back to the hotel for pizza, beer (!), and the final episode of Sherlock.
And speaking of Sherlock. Just a week ago we were watching the last episode and I was pretty sure I was in labor — I’d been having mild contractions on and off since that morning. That night I went to bed, slept for long enough to have a nightmare about the episode, and then woke up with contractions 4-5 minutes apart. And then life got crazy.
But it’s a good crazy, at least that’s how I’m feeling today. And it’s not going to let up — because as soon as we bust out of this place, I’ll have a baby to take care of full time. And I really, really look forward to that day.
I’ve read a lot of books in the last 20-odd weeks. Books on breastfeeding, on birthing, on French parenting…you name it, I’ve read it. (Except for the old classic, What to Expect. I can barely stand the tone of the website, and I’ve read that the book instills more fear than anything, so I’ve just avoided it altogether. #sorrynotsorry)
One book I skimmed through was Dr. William Sears’ The Healthy Pregnancy Book. I say skimmed, because I get in these moods where I’m simultaneously exhausted with reading about pregnancy and yet still wanting to read about pregnancy. In any case, a couple things caught my eye while flipping through: his 12 pregnancy superfoods, and his Pregnancy Smoothie recipe.
Baby sex, man. It’s a tough thing to wait on. I considered getting NIPT done, until I realized that it would cost me like, $350 out of pocket. And given the fact that my main motivation for doing it was to find out what I could expect in regards to my child’s genitalia — well, I decided it wasn’t worth it.
Instead, I relied heavily on the old wives’ tales to carry me through to my anatomy scan at 20 weeks. (Actually, as you’ll see from the photo above, I did an elective ultrasound about a week before the anatomy scan, with another pregnant friend, and found out early. The 3D images were terrifying, by the way. You can’t unsee them.)
So what am I having? And how does that compare to the old wives’ tales? Hold on to your britches. I’m going to make you work for this.