Baby Tuesday

or shall I title it, All My Gassy Children?

Hello everyone.

The birth went perfectly..
Well, there was the wrong-number-guy who kept ringing my delivery room as the anesthesioligst was inserting needles into my spine(!).
Can anyone think of a worse time to have the phone keep ringing than when you're being told "hold completely still and relax, I'm inserting a catheter io your spinal cord." ?!
And then when it came time to push, the midwife was with another patient and the nurse tells me "Can you wait 5 minutes?"
Yeah, I barely made it. I was mentally preparing myself to have Kevin catch the baby.

Otherwise everything went really really good. I won't go into the gory details of what normally happens for those of you who don't know but let's just say I can sit just fine. It only took 3 pushes, just like last time.

I got alot of comments from the staff like "hey you're good at this," or "see you next time" etc.
And I started to get brainwashed while at the hospital, thinking "hmm, maybe I shouldn't stop at 2, maybe I should have more babies." I mean, Baby R was sleeping most of the time (unlike his sister) and all I had to do was lie in bed and feed him when they brought him in.
But then when we got home, I snapped out of it real quick. Baby R was no longer so quiet and need-less which was compounded with Baby C's general neediness and the wheels fell off. "No, no more babies, 2 is it! That's enough! 3?! What was I thinking?!"

Like I said, Baby R is gassy. And usually not the kind that produces a burp.
He's got a little bit of the baby IBS like Baby C did. He's still doesn't hold a candle to her in the fussy department, but he's not exactly the marshmallow lump that the stork brings to other lucky mothers.
It's pretty much impossible to make him sleep horizontally. He prefers to sleep upright against a parent.
I'm mostly using the cues from the Dunstan Baby Language theory, which I totally believe in. The problem is, when the cry means feed me, burp me, I'm sleepy or I'm scared, those are easy things to aleviate. But "lower gas" there's not much to help that. Two nights ago, I tried Mylicol gas drops again and again, but they didn't make a difference.

I'm really hoping it will work itself out and I can put him in his own bed. He's yet to sleep in there. Since we've been home, I've slept on the couch and he's slept on my chest, no more than 2.5 hours total a night. I've learned by giving up the idea of ever going to bed myself, it's less maddening when I don't sleep. I just say "self, you are not going to bed tonight at all."

The nights have gone something like this:
9pm-2am, watch alot of TV while walking around with him, feeding him, etc.
2am-5am, sleep on couch with baby
5am-8am, watch the same 5 news stories over and over again until Kevin gets up with Baby C and then Baby R and I can get in bed.
8am-noon, sleep in my bed with baby (which makes me nervous, but it's the only way I can sleep at all)


We all went on a walk today because Baby R has a slight case of Jaundice. I know the peditrician said little bit of yellowing is normal and not to worry about it.
But then I also know there is a point at which it's too yellow.
How to know where to draw the line?
I called the nurse and she just beat around the bush for like 15 minutes while every baby in the house was screaming and the cordless phone was beeping because it was losing it's charge.
What I could make of her "advice" was to put him in the sunlight or bring him in if I think it's getting worse. Oye.


Here's his going-home outfit. I'm a sucker for anything with ears. He was still fooling us into thinking he would sleep (flat in his bed!) for the next 3 months.


This video is pretty pitiful (I think Sam was trying to take a still shot), but it is moving footage of the night he was born, so I included it. Turn your head 90 degrees before clicking the play button.


Baby C is taking to Baby R very well. She likes to bring me the boppy and his pacifier and try to "help" as much as possible. Kevin is assigned to Baby C care during the day since he gets a full night's rest (since he's the parent that doesn't produce milk).


Baby C stayed with Grandma T and Granpa T (and partly with Great Auntie Sandi as well) while we were at the hospital. She saved her puking sessions for us though. Yesterday there was much barfing. We are praying that none of the rest of us et sick, especially her brother. Y'all can pray too. That might push me over the edge.