Life as a New Mom

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Summer comes

And with summer, many changes.  More vomit, for one.  Widget has starting rolling to his stomach with a vengeance, often right after eating.  He hasn’t yet figured out that this upsets his tummy and so we are back to spitting up 5 times a day.  At least he’s developing, right?  I seriously think he’s going to figure out how to barrel roll soon and then who knows where I’ll find him after leaving him for 45 seconds to use the bathroom.

The other big change (for me, not Widget) is in his attire.  You might recall that I don’t really put him in clothes.  Now that it’s reliably warm here in the Carolinas, that is not the case!  He wears rompers now, instead of footies.  Since a lot of them come with real collars and everything, this means it’s clothes.  HA.

Health-wise, we had an appointment with a urologist because of some stuff with his kidney.  All is well.  But at his 4 month check up, I guess the doctor was taken aback by some of his characteristics.  He’s already 27.5 inches long, but only weighs 14 pounds.  That’s about the 97th percentile for height, and 13th percentile for weight.  He’s always been long and skinny, but the huge disparity is concerning to the pediatrician.  The other thing is that apparently my child sleeps too much to be normal.

Seriously.  I’ll put him to bed at 8pm and he’ll sleep straight until 6:30am.  He does not cry during the night to be fed.  This is “very atypical” according to his doctor.  So on the doctor’s advice, we tried waking him to feed him; previously, we dropped the night feeds because he wouldn’t want to eat, and then after he had half an ounce he’d fuss for an hour trying to fall back asleep.  Not fun for anyone.

When we tried waking him at 11pm this week, same cycle.  Fussing for an hour after eating 4 ounces, and then up every hour to fuss more, but not from hunger.  That is not my gig.  I’ve decided that I’m going to just feed him every 2 and a half hours instead, and let him sleep at night the way he wants.  I can’t do these nights.

Anyone else had the skinny baby problem?  How did you solve it?

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Doctors now think I’m crazy. Or going to kill my child, maybe.

I really hope most people don’t have pregnancies like I have.  Because this whole thing has sucked, pretty much start to finish.  I’m over 38 weeks and still have to take Zofran for nausea, which has been constant since about 7 weeks.  I had placenta previa (that resolved), then they found the fetal cyst (that is shrinking), they wrote me out on short-term disability because I can barely walk thanks to a low fetus that they have to reach around to do my (now weekly) cervix checks, and now, most recently, I had ANOTHER ultrasound because I’m shrinking.  YES, SHRINKING.  I now measure a full 4 cm behind where my fundal height is supposed to be, down from my all-time high at 36 weeks where I was on track and had been until then.  So they wanted to check growth, and fluid levels, to hopefully “avoid a negative fetal outcome.”  Don’t you love that turn of phrase, “negative fetal outcome”?

The results of this ultrasound, true to everything else they’ve found wrong with me, were fine.  Baby is still growing, and my fluid levels are at the high-end of normal.  What they said that means is that I’m just a “compact carrier”.  I prefer to think of it as a concealed carry, but maybe that’s the hormones…

And, by the way, I’m still not dilated at all, nor am I fully effaced, so there is no end in sight.

But I did learn something.  A valuable something.  When you tell your doctor that things need to start moving along because you are sick and tired of being sick and in pain, and you are about ready to get a coat hanger, they immediately start to act nonchalantly concerned because they are afraid you are crazy.  They start asking you questions about if you’re excited (yes, TO BE ALONE IN MY OWN BODY AGAIN), do you have help, is your husband excited (no, he’s done nothing but write checks to you people for procedures that turn out to be unnecessary), and to please remember they’re there for you.  I just bet they are, because that’s a billable visit.

So now I’m on the loony radar because they think I’m going to harm myself or be one of the women that drowns their child in a bathtub.  What they don’t get is that I will be so happy to just have the whole pregnancy part over and done, that I will be the happiest clam in the sea when it happens.