Good Clean Fun

Now that Sophia sits up and can stand on her own for almost a minutes I’ve ditched the bath seat for a rubber suction cup bath mat. She loves the new bath time freedom and butt scoots all around the tub. I first gave her this freedom a couple weeks ago, but the night before last was the first time she tried one of her mealtime booster seat tricks in the tub. Imagine if you will, an infant sitting nekkid in the tub. Usually girls don’t create their own personal showers like little boys do, so you really don’t know if you’re ever washing them in their own urine. Maybe you can if there is a lot, I don’t know. Sophia was sitting in about three or four inches of water with her feet in front of her. Her legs weren’t straight in front of her because nothing extends straight out on an infant except their arms and then it’s only when they’re reaching for something you’d rather them not have and you aren’t really looking but know they simply couldn’t have reached that from over there, but I digress.

She’s sitting with legs in front, knees slightly bent towards her sides. She leans in towards the water with her mouth open and touches the water with her tongue. She did this repeatedly. The water was soapy from washing her, but all I could think is, “mygod I hope she didn’t pee!”

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Milestones of the Human Petri Dish

Yep, she’s sick again. I really hope I don’t get this one. On Wednesday Sophia was very calm and quiet, more so than usual. We were standing in line to pay a Comcast bill that was due on that very day. The person in front of me was staring at Sophia and said, “oh, it must be close to her nap time.” Shows how much she knows. Sophia just woke up. I hoped that maybe it was just her teeth causing the calm before the storm. She currently has four and I can see two more top ones on their way out. No such luck. Thursday I heard sneezing and by Friday the snot flow-eth over. Thursday also marked new milestone. I saw Sophia using walls, as in flat vertical surfaces to navigate the room. Later in the day, Kurt and I both saw her use her Radio Flyer Scoot About to stand up and push it across the room. She’s been pulling herself up and using objects to move around things for quite a while, but it’s always been stationary objects with grippy ledges to hang onto.

She has also experimented with standing unassisted in the past. She stopped trying that for a while and now she’s picking that up again and doing a lot better with it. She can stand for about twenty seconds and then she’ll either grab onto something or do a slow controlled butt crash to the floor. I do mean a controlled crash. She’s a very careful baby. Very gentle too. Except with the cat. She actually pats the cat very softly for an infant/near toddler but she also likes to grab fists full of fur or the occasional ear.

Not-a-nanny captured a picture of me handing seven month old Sophia a weed pretty little flower and even then Sophia took it very carefully and examined it thoroughly.

Careful baby gently taking the flower from my hand

So Friday Sophia was sneezing and snotting all over the place. Yes, she has made snot a verb. She’s a gifted girl, don’t question her. Friday night was lovely. Every hour. Really, every hour. Every FRICKIN’ hour after her bedtime she woke up. Until 3am. She skipped 3am and 5 am. But I’m so greedy I’m not even grateful for the extra sleep the baby sleep tyrant bestowed upon me.

Saturday morning Kurt and I captured some video footage of her Radio Flyer Scoot About milestone. (click on the picture to see the video)

Sophia pushing her Radio Flyer Scoot About

And here she is using the Scoot About properly.

Sophia scooting to mom

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Little grabby hands

Yesterday was grocery shopping day and little miss grabby hands kept reaching out for EVERYTHING at the check out line. I had all the groceries on the little conveyor belt and as I pushed the cart closer to the cashier Sophia leaned over and pulled some stuff off the belt and held it up for me to see like, “look mom I got your stuff back.” Thankfully, it was my stuff and not the stuff from the person in front or behind me. Ok hun, put it back. Here play with my purse. I get to the front of the line, next to the cashier, right where the credit card reader thing is placed. I never realized what a stupid place it is for that thing. I swipe my “rewards” card and hand it to grabby. Nope, she didn’t want it. She wants to hit the “Ok” key on the card reader…REPEATEDLY. Seriously, it’s a good thing I was paying attention to the cashiers screen or I would have no idea what amount I had agreed to pay. *glaring at child*

I got home and juggled the child, diaper bag, grocery bags, toys, and my purse into the house. Still holding the child, I placed the grocery bags on the counter right over the dishwasher. The door to the dishwasher is slightly open. This is the sign in our household that the dishes in there are actually clean but someone is too damn lazy hasn’t had a chance to put them away. For some reason I keep forgetting my child has arms with hands at the end which come fully equipped with thumbs. Damn my little monkey for having opposable thumbs! She grabbed one of the grocery bags that I just set on the counter without me noticing, and pulled it off. It landed on the door of the dishwasher causing it to tumble over, and dump everything onto our ceramic tiled floor. All I can say is I am so glad that it wasn’t the bag with glass jars in it! I bought maple syrup – that could have been very ugly! Tasty, but ugly.

I realize she doesn’t need thumbs to do the grabby hands thing, but I thought I’d give them (her thumbs) a good preemptive damning. I’m sure the day will come when my thumb damning will be justified.

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Water Baby

Yesterday was Sophia’s first swimming class. We were afraid she would scream and cry through the whole thing especially since she didn’t take her afternoon nap, but she LOVED IT! I mean she really LOVED it – A LOT! There was one part in the middle of the class where we sat the kids on the side of the pool and sang/uttered/or in my case mumbled Humpty Dumpty, then the kids would “jump” to their parent in the water. There were only two other kids (toddlers) our group and Sophia was the only infant. Sophia sat on the side with me holding her in place. Her chin was quivering because of the seemingly cold air on her wet skin, but she laughed the whole time! They did that three times and then we had them stand on the side while we sang/uttered/mumbled London Bridges Falling Down. On cue, they would jump in. I of course held Sophia in position, I lifted her up and into the water, but on the third “London Bridges” she pushed with her legs trying to jump in.

That first part with in the four-foot area of the big pool, but after that we went to the small side pool that was much warmer and only one-foot deep. The instructor dumped out a basket of bath toys and had the kids put them back in the basket. Sophia caught onto this pretty quick and actually put the one toy that came to her into the basket again.Sophia reaching for a toy in the pool
Sophia reaching for a toy in the pool

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First food feeding frenzy

Yesterday was the first time we’ve fed Sophia solid food in the form of watery Baby Rice Cereal since Kurt’s series of ER visits.  She did really well and even opened her mouth as I brought the spoon up her unlike the first time we fed her solid in which she stared curiously at the spoon with her mouth permanently hung open like a dazed mini zombie baby.  This morning Kurt fed her and not only did she open her mouth when the spoon came near she also leaned forward as if it couldn’t be shoveled in fast enough.  After she finished this morning’s cereal Kurt gave her pumped milk from a tippy cup.  Sophia absolutely refuses to drink from a bottle so I was told by the facilitator in the “living with baby” class to try a tippy cup and it works!  Hurray for the tippy cup!  We’re using a tippy cup made by Avent.  We actually took out the stopper piece that makes it “spill proof” and Kurt just poured tiny sips into her mouth.  It worked and now I’m not the only one that can feed baby monkey butt.

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Baby sleep battles

Monday last week at Sophia’s doctor appointment he checked her ears and throat and all is well.  Friday and Saturday were actually her worse two days although she was a little grumpy on Sunday.  By Monday, all she had left of her cold was a runny nose.  The doctor said that we could always give her some baby Tylenol because she can get the same achy pains adults do with their colds.

While we were in the office, we told the nurse about Sophia’s napping habits or lack thereof.  There have been times the child has stayed up for 12 to 14 hours straight, or only had a couple ten-minute naps during the day.  She might fall asleep when nursing but as soon as I set her down she’s wide-awake, and I’m not about to hold her ALL DAY LONG.  Car rides usually work but we didn’t invest in one of those detachable infant carriers so she wakes up when the ride is over and we actually have to go in the store or back in the house.

The non-sleeping little bastard

Picture taken 12/30/2007. The non-sleeping little bastard. :)

I use a front pack when I go grocery shopping that she’ll sometimes fall asleep then too, but getting back into the car wakes her up again.  I know those detachable infant car seat carriers make things easier when at a restaurant and just going in and out of the car to run errand all over town without disturbing the baby, but then you have to carry the weight of the seat and the child and that gets HEAVY!  I’d rather carry a 15-pound baby against my body than a 15-pound baby with a 10-pound seat by hand.  Those seats can be expensive and aren’t used for very long anyway.  Sophia will be able to sit up on her own in about three months (probably less) so she’ll be able to sit in restaurant highchairs and shopping carts soon besides, her lack of napping is more of a problem on the days that I stay home. – I haven’t figured that one out either.

I would wear the front pack around the house but about the only chore I can do with it on is vacuum the house and we don’t have much carpet.  I’ve tried hauling laundry up and down the stairs with her in the front pack and I do ok, but I don’t think bending down to put clothes into the drier is good for my back, and folding laundry would require much longer arms.  The same goes for doing dishes and loading the dishwasher with her attached to my front.

So the doctor gave us a printout that was meant to help parents get their baby to bed at night, but he said we might be able to get some tips from it for napping.  Because that day Sophia had not slept at all during the day we took the opportunity to use the suggested techniques to switch her usual bedtime from 10pm to 8pm.  This special technique was basically – put the kid to bed and let her cry herself to sleep.  Oh GOD was it hard!

It said to develop a bedtime routine that starts about thirty minutes before bedtime and that the baby needs to associate the crib with falling sleep instead of falling asleep in my arms.  She also needs to learn to calm herself to sleep without me holding her, swaying, driving, using “white noise”, standing on my head, or juggling axes lest she later learns to wake up in the middle of the night without needing to be fed and require me to juggle the axes some more.

The routine I started was to change her diaper, put her in nightclothes, close the curtains, put some of her baby things away for the night, turn on the nightlight, and offer to nurse her even if she just ate thirty minutes ago.   I nursed her until she showed her usual sign of not being hungry which is to attach and detach A LOT and look up and smile at me.  The looking up and smiling at me is what made the next step so incredible difficult because she was being all cute and sweet and here I am about to do something that I know she’ll hate.  I put her in her crib still awake like the magic doctor sheet said to do.  I kissed her and told her goodnight.  She smiled and cooed.  Oh why do you have to make it so difficult?  I made the “goodnight” brief just like the magic doctor paper said and I left the room.  She quietly entertained herself for a few minutes and then the crying, screaming and crocodile tears began. According to our directions, we were to check on the baby every five to fifteen minutes and talk softly to her without any harshness in our voices.  Visits should be brief and boring.  We could give her kisses, hold her hands, etc.  But under no circumstances were we to pick her up (well ok maybe if there’s a fire we can pick her up).  We were to only be in the room for a minute and you know that Kurt was very precise following each guideline to the letter.  I pointed out that our directions gave no time limit for the whole process.  I mean at what point each night do you just give in and start over the next night?  Because she eats about every two hours during the day we decided if she isn’t asleep in that time I could pick her up to feed and change her.  Every ten minutes we took turns to go check on her.  On my turns, Kurt came with me because he didn’t trust that I wouldn’t pick her up and only stay a minute.  The torture ended after an hour and a half when Sophia threw in the towel.

I didn’t follow this technique with naps because to try it four times a day would just drive me insane and I think it would just be too much.  Despite me not changing anything during the day, Tuesday was a breeze.  She took three good naps (each lasting about an hour) and fell asleep within thirty minutes that night.  Wednesday she took three ok naps (each only lasting about 30 minutes) and took an hour and a half to fall asleep that night.  Thursday was a no nap day and it took an hour and a half to get her to sleep that night.  I blame Kurt for falling for the old, “I need a drink of water” routine.  On one of his turns to check on Sophia, he checked to see if she was hungry by letting her use his pinky as a pacifier.  He didn’t realize that’s all she was doing was using it to calm herself.  I tried to nurse her and knew right away that she wasn’t actually hungry but I sat with her anyway just as much for her comfort as my own.  Friday and Saturday night we only had to check on her once on each night.  Sunday night she actually prompted me to check the time when she started to fall asleep while nursing – it was 7:30!  Not only was she right on cue but that night she slept right through the night for NINE AND A HALF HOURS STRAIGHT!!  Monday night and tonight she fell right to sleep on her own.  Each night the screaming a wailing became more fussing than calling out to save her life which was nice, and with exception to Saturday she did pretty well with naps too.

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Life sucking colic

Kurt went to his first appointment with our doctor. All three of us now see the same one. It’s nice having a family doctor that knows and sees all of us, because we can give him updates on Sophia without having to make a separate appointment for her. Unless of course we describe something that he needs to look into further. Kurt told him about Sophia’s screaming sessions that seemed to have started at two weeks of age. fussy babyShe cries to the point of shear exhaustion (of us and herself) every night from about seven to eleven and sometimes one in the morning. She’ll turn beet red and cry with all her strength, complete with tears running down her face, and appears to be in excruciating pain. Before the doctor’s diagnosis I felt like the most stupidly inept first time mom because I couldn’t calm my own baby and so I cried right along with her. Kurt is able to calm her down better than I and that made me feel even more inept.

In the beginning, figured it must be something I was eating as we noticed that she would stop screaming after a good fart and then start up again minutes later. I couldn’t think of where to begin cutting things out of my diet, and in the “Feeding your Baby” class I took at the hospital the nurse made sure to state that breastfeeding moms don’t need to avoid any foods at all except on very rare occasions (caffeine and alcohol being the exceptions which need to be limited according to your doctor’s instructions). It would be just my luck that Sophia would be one of the rare ones. Because this was happening everyday, it seemed logical to me that it would be something I ate EVERYDAY and nothing came to mind. Plus it didn’t appear to be gas every time she cried with such force, so we though maybe the fartty gas was just coincidental.

Then there were the confusing growth spurt times. I had finished feeding her within the last half hour, so would try everything but that to soothe her only to feel like a complete ass for denying my baby food for thirty minutes or more while I fumbled around swaying, shushing, holding her like a football, and wrapping her in the plushest soon-to-be soaked in spit-up blankets. I know about following the threes and sixes for growth spurts (three days, six days, three weeks, etc.), but I think her highness has her own chart graphed out for how things work in the kingdom of Sophia.

We also thought that maybe I wasn’t producing enough milk since she would sometimes become very fussy when I knew she was hungry. She would latch and suckle for a bit and then unlatch and fuss, sometimes screaming. I started pumping milk and then I had so much milk that in the mornings, I was in pain and the first am feeding started to result in milk coming out of her nose. I just recently learned that had to do with oversupply and a forceful “let down”. I also learned that the laying side-by-side nursing position is probably one of the worst to use when that occurs since the milk ejection reflex will practically force it down her throat and apparently out the nose.

Two things seem to consistently calm her, car rides (those will actually put her to sleep for as long as the car is moving), and holding her while bouncing on a yoga ball. I can only bounce for so long though. Just like car rides, the minute I stop, she starts up again. Despite the classes we took that told us, “You can’t spoil a newborn” Kurt was beginning to doubt it. I don’t think it’s possible to spoil a newborn; there is a big difference between an infant is trying to tell us something and one that just wants attention. Sophia does start crying if I stop bouncing on the yoga ball, but she doesn’t stop fussing just because she has been picked up (except when she’s been fussing for a basic need like food)! Besides isn’t attention/affection a basic need as well? Anywho The motion must be doing something for her, so at least for now when she cries I’m going to do whatever I can to soothe her. Swaddling also seems to help a lot, but again, Kurt is the super star swaddling hero. So if I’m having a rough night – it’s just going to be a long night.

Now her fits of screaming red-faced rage also happen during the day. Oh lucky me. I have of course heard of colic and I have a vague idea of what that means, but I also know that sometimes babies just cry. I didn’t know about the rule of three’s for this condition:

  • baby cries up to three hours a day
  • baby has long crying episodes three or more days a week
  • baby is between three weeks and three months old

So we weren’t entirely sure if this was just normal crying baby behavior or something else until the doctor said that it sounds like colic. It’s funny how you’re temporarily relived to hear the doctor give a diagnosis right away. At least it’s not our fault we can’t cure the crying. Then all hope is lost after a brief internet search seeking the easy fix remedy. I did find that the reason Kurt is better at calming her – he’s a frickin’ furnace and warmth on the belly is one thing our books, Pregnancy Childbirth and the Newborn: The Complete Guide suggested. Although last night I bought a hot water bottle and that did nothing for her at all. I’ve read some sites that say colicky babies only appear to be in pain but really they’re just fussy – For our case I’m going to call Bullshit! Last night between shrieks of what they say isn’t pain we clearly heard loud gurgling sounds from her belly followed by a very wet, squishy “productive” fart. Of the sites that say foods might be the cause each have their own list of things to avoid. One site listed cabbage, spicy foods, and beans. Those three particular things are the bulk and staple of EVERYTHING I eat! In my search for “the cure” I’ve found that everyone has their option about what food may cause or increase colicky reactions, and if I follow them all I’d wind up eating nothing but white rice. The only list of foods to avoid that I found credible is from the Medela site. Yep, the breast pump manufacturer.

Research has identified some possible causes for colic. One common cause is lactose overload from switching breasts before baby gets to the high fat milk. If baby is often fussy, try offering one breast at each feeding. Sometimes colic can be caused by an sensitivity to a food in mom’s diet. Rarely, babies can be allergic to a food that mother has eaten, and which may appear in minute quantities in her milk. If baby is crying due to food sensitivity, fussing will begin within a few hours of eating the offending food and may last up to 24 hours. If you can avoid the food that causes the crying, baby’s symptoms should cease within 3-7 days. The most common allergy-causing foods are cow’s milk, eggs, wheat, and peanuts. If you decide to wean to formula, it would be wise to pump frequently for 3-4 weeks so you have the option of resuming breastfeeding if baby’s colic worsens. It can take this long for a formula allergy to become apparent.

They got their food list from this study, “Effect of a Low-Allergen Maternal Diet on Colic Among Breastfed Infants: A Randomized, Controlled Trial“. Published in Pediatrics. Published online November 1, 2005 PEDIATRICS Vol. 116 No. 5 November 2005, pp. e709-e715. The same online journal published another study in 1991 dealing specifically with a protein from cow’s milk causing colic in breastfeeding babies. I only have access to the excerpt of that one, “Human Breast Milk Contains Bovine lgG. Relationship to Infant Colic?” PEDIATRICS Vol. 87 No. 4 April 1991, pp. 439-444. The only surefire proven remedy for colic that all sites agree on is time. SHIT! I hate waiting.

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Bilirubin Baby

Sophia with daddy Sophia was born with cephlahematoma (English translation: a pool of blood between her skull and the scalp). Technically, she wasn’t born with it. It was caused by her being nine pounds and squeezing through my “birth canal”, which resulted in me needing stitches in two places and her looking like a descendant of Joseph Merrick (The Elephant Man) for the last three weeks. The cephlahematoma wasn’t too bad right after her birth but it grew on the left side of her head for a couple days, along with her pumpkin-like jaundice look. The Biliruban test she took at the hospital wasn’t too high, but because of her pumpkin color at her first doctor appointment (October 1st) we were sent to the hospital again for another test. I held her while they milked her tiny little foot for blood. She screamed and protested I had tears running down my face. :( The results came back with a 17.3. I don’t really know how that rates, but the doctor said if she had that result at birth he would have had her put under lights. He explained that her tiny body had to break down the pooled blood in head and that was what was causing her jaundice. He also said that at that point she was probably at the peak of it and it should start to go down, but that it would take longer because I’m breastfeeding her. He then back peddled a few steps and said that I shouldn’t stop breastfeeding because of it – it’s just that it does take longer. I didn’t ask, but I’m guessing that the difference is because breast milk doesn’t have the high levels of iron that is put into formula.

The doctor told us to keep an eye on her (like he really had to tell us) and to call in daily to let him know if there are any changes either way. We didn’t see any change at all during the next two days, so on the 4th we were sent back to the hospital to have Sophia’s foot milked for Biliruban blood once again. This time Kurt held her and she didn’t even wake up while her blood was being extracted. The results came back at 16 – Yay for being on the downhill slope!

On the 11th, Sophia had her first baby wellness appointment. Her birth weight was nine pounds even. At the prior doctor appointment (Oct 1st) she had gone down to eight pounds and twelve ounces, now she had not only gained her birth weight back but also added two ounces! The doctor said that Sophia’s color looked much better, but neither Kurt nor I could tell. We were more concerned that her head still had that squishy lump, which FINALLY subsided just three days ago.

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