Little Bits of My Life Returning...

Of course, having a child changes your life profoundly. A total given, and I wasn't expecting anything other than an upside-down existence.

• I rarely eat a hot meal. The kid eats first.

• I don't pee alone. The kid has to come to the door and watch.

• I don't shower alone. The kid joins me.

• I only get five to six hours of intermittent sleep a night. The kid nurses every couple hours.

Running to the supermarket to get a gallon of milk requires foreplanning and lots of luggage. And a heavy kid in an even heavier infant carrier.

I was so excited at my six-week post pardum doctor's visit when I was given the go to resume my regular activites. I could work out again (among other things *wink*wink*). The Jeep Liberty stroller was itching for an inaugural turn around the neighborhood, the kid needs fresh air, and mama needs some exercise. Who'd of thought we would have a snowpocolypse every week making the sidewalks impassable?

So, today I got on the treadmill for the first time since my second trimester. I needed to start chisling down the 46 pounds I gained to give birth to the MonkeyBoy. I was able to drop the first 28 pounds in the first six weeks, but the remaining 18 are going to take some work.

The kid was in the Björn walking with me. He likes to cry a lot now. This at least put him to sleep for 25 minutes. I just wish I had the energy to go longer...

Yankee Doodle Dandy,
–TYG

Suck on this Lemon: Update

So, the little Crankee Yankee (aka MonkeyBoy), just seems to be that: cranky. He seems to be showing all the signs of what a six to eight week old should exhibit: crankious pantus. He may have a bit of acid reflux, but there doesn't seem to be a cause for concern since he's gaining weight according to schedule. He should definitely be hitting the 10-pound mark by next week! I just need to keep him upright more and angle his sleep position to about 30 to 45 degrees. If I pump, maybe add a little rice cereal to the bottle.

specimen of crankious pantus

Still waiting on that prescription to make him sleep through the night.

Yankee Doodle (Yawn) Dandy,
–TYG

Suck on this Lemon

I have a blog, yet I don't blog. That's just bad blogging.

I need to get to blogging.

And fast.

Since my six-week-old is about to wake up to demand my attention.

Today's confession: I think my son has acid reflux.  I know that's not profound in anyway, but still, a confession none the least.

Symptons:  arches back and throws head back, grabs angrily at face, looks like he's perpetually sucking a lemon, congestion in his throat, grunts and growls like he's smoked a pack-a-day for twenty years, aggressive and mean when coming to the breast, taking a bottle, or Wonderful Mr. Soothie (pacifier), foams at the mouth, always licks his chops. No, it's not rabies.

Poor little dude is just plain miserable.

One bad lemon spoils the whole bunch

There's a lot of
OTC's and scripts to offer. I'm hoping that just Mylanta will work or a magnesium supplement for him and me.  I'll have to start propping him up 30 degrees to sleep and eat and watch what I eat. Since I nurse, what I eat, he eats later that day.

His pediatrician will check him out tomorrow and determine a course of action. Hopefully, it will lead to a happier little MonkeyBoy who will want to sleep longer than two hours at a time.

Here's to wishin'...

Yankee Doodle Dandy,
–TYG