Never Boring Here

Fiona turned 5 weeks old yesterday. It doesn’t seem that long ago when I started having contractions. At the same time, it seems as if she’s been here for a long while and I’ve known her all along. Although it has not been extremely difficult, we did have a few bumps along the way, some I’ve mentioned in a previous post and some we are still working to resolve.

She still has her day/night backwards - tough on Mama as in-laws don’t do night duty.

Yesterday we went to see the doctor. She weighed in at 10 lb 4.5 oz. Doctor did not tell us what percentile that is, but I think gaining almost 3 lbs in 5 weeks is pretty good. Especially with the way that she’s vomiting at least once a day. We did get some Zant@c for her so hopefully that will help with the acid reflux, if indeed that is what she has. Her symptoms all point to reflux. We also got some new meds for her thrush. The old med Nystat!n just doesn’t do the job. I mean, I’m suppose to give her some of it to swoosh/rinse, plus wipe her tongue with it after a feeding. Four times a day. For 10 days. The problem that presents are obvious. Firstly, she does not know how to swoosh therefore she’s just swallowing it. Secondly, wiping her tongue is harder than climbing Everest because her mouth is so tiny and the meds aren’t very effective if you don’t wipe all of the affected area. Lastly, applying FOUR times a day, for 10 DAYS just isn’t gonna fly with her inclination to vomit/spit up. Whoever came up with this as the first line of defense for infants with thrush should be shot. They obviously have not tried to rub it on a 6-day old’s tongue (yes, Fiona was diagnosed with thrush at 6 days old… at the ER. Long vent. I’ll spare you the details.)

Sebastian, our son, has hit the peaks of Terrible Two. Or at least I hope he has, because I’m totally out of patience. TT is the pits. “I want the ketchup here!!!” he says. “No! HERE!!!”, he demands. So I put it where he wants it. And then he goes “NOOOOOOOOO. HEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”, and proceeds to bawl and howl, pointing to the exact spot where I had already put ketchup. And does not stop until 5-15 minutes later, without regard to what I do or say to him (which he is fully capable of understanding but refuses to). WTF?!?!?! And that’s just one tiny example. I need to recharge. But then he says “I love you, too, Mama” and hugs/kisses you at some point and all you can think of is “how the heck can you be mad at this child? what kind of mother are you!” Rinse. Lather. Repeat.