'twas the Tuesday before Thanksgiving...
After dreading it since his birth, I finally tried to put Caleb’s diaper on Mr. Gavi! It wasn’t nearly so traumatic as I thought it would be. I’m not a bad mom because I put a big diaper on my baby’s tiny behind. I’m just tired.
I got some great pictures at gym time last Thursday! We won’t have it this week because of Thanksgiving, so we’re trying to do some fun things at home so Caleb won’t lose practice. He’s getting pretty good at somersaults. He still won’t do them on his own, but as long as my hand is on him, he’s providing the whole effort.
Gavi Z is almost thirteen and a half pounds! And would you believe that he’s only in the 75th percentile for height and weight? The kid seems GINORMOUS! This morning he got some immunizations – two shots in the legs and a liquid shot that he had to drink. The nurse warned me that it was kind of a hassle because it had to be dripped in so slowly because babies try to spit it out and everything. Of course, Gavi would have chugged it if she let him. She’d put in a drop, he’d chow, and fuss until she gave him some more. It was so cute.
He’s so smiley, too! See pictures for photographic evidence of how adorable he is when he does so!
The puking has not gotten better, though, so the doctor told us to try to give him some cereal for a week to see if that helps. If he’s still urping so voluminously after every feeding, we’ll get him some medication to keep stuff down. It’s not a matter of him not getting enough to eat – please note the girth on that little monkey! – but the fact that the acid in his throat could cause more issues down the road.
I’m hoping that having the doctor’s blessing to give him a teeny bit of cereal he might sleep a little longer at night. He’s only getting me up twice a night now, but when he’s not going to bed until 11:30 most of the time and wakes me up for forty minutes at 1:30 and 3:30, it’s still a little rough on me. If I put him down earlier at night, he fusses and frets until I finally get up and feed him until around eleven after which he falls back asleep. BUT! I’m moving him out of our room tonight. I can’t keep going at this rate, so I’m going to let him fuss to his little heart’s content after his nine o’clock feeding, and I’ll be happy to get up two more times, but he’s going to have to get used to a little less feeding and/or carrying.
It stinks for me to feel bad about that. I do feel bad. But I have to take care of ME these days, too. I’ve had kind of a martyr complex. I wasn’t even using my electric toothbrush because it’s got a two minute timer and I felt like that was too long to be brushing my teeth when my boys needed me. I flat out can’t keep going on this little of sleep and maintain a good attitude during the day for Caleb. (And it’s even tougher to stay pleasant with Jonathan, and he doesn’t deserve my poopy attitude, as much as I’d like to believe he does sometimes!) So Gavi and Mommy are both going to have to make some changes for the benefit of the whole Fashbaugh family.
I got some great pictures at gym time last Thursday! We won’t have it this week because of Thanksgiving, so we’re trying to do some fun things at home so Caleb won’t lose practice. He’s getting pretty good at somersaults. He still won’t do them on his own, but as long as my hand is on him, he’s providing the whole effort.
Gavi Z is almost thirteen and a half pounds! And would you believe that he’s only in the 75th percentile for height and weight? The kid seems GINORMOUS! This morning he got some immunizations – two shots in the legs and a liquid shot that he had to drink. The nurse warned me that it was kind of a hassle because it had to be dripped in so slowly because babies try to spit it out and everything. Of course, Gavi would have chugged it if she let him. She’d put in a drop, he’d chow, and fuss until she gave him some more. It was so cute.
He’s so smiley, too! See pictures for photographic evidence of how adorable he is when he does so!
The puking has not gotten better, though, so the doctor told us to try to give him some cereal for a week to see if that helps. If he’s still urping so voluminously after every feeding, we’ll get him some medication to keep stuff down. It’s not a matter of him not getting enough to eat – please note the girth on that little monkey! – but the fact that the acid in his throat could cause more issues down the road.
I’m hoping that having the doctor’s blessing to give him a teeny bit of cereal he might sleep a little longer at night. He’s only getting me up twice a night now, but when he’s not going to bed until 11:30 most of the time and wakes me up for forty minutes at 1:30 and 3:30, it’s still a little rough on me. If I put him down earlier at night, he fusses and frets until I finally get up and feed him until around eleven after which he falls back asleep. BUT! I’m moving him out of our room tonight. I can’t keep going at this rate, so I’m going to let him fuss to his little heart’s content after his nine o’clock feeding, and I’ll be happy to get up two more times, but he’s going to have to get used to a little less feeding and/or carrying.
It stinks for me to feel bad about that. I do feel bad. But I have to take care of ME these days, too. I’ve had kind of a martyr complex. I wasn’t even using my electric toothbrush because it’s got a two minute timer and I felt like that was too long to be brushing my teeth when my boys needed me. I flat out can’t keep going on this little of sleep and maintain a good attitude during the day for Caleb. (And it’s even tougher to stay pleasant with Jonathan, and he doesn’t deserve my poopy attitude, as much as I’d like to believe he does sometimes!) So Gavi and Mommy are both going to have to make some changes for the benefit of the whole Fashbaugh family.
Gotta go start getting Thanksgiving stuff ready! I’m making my first turkey this year!
posted by Amanda @ 9:56 AM
