I have severely neglected my blog over the last month. I have so much to post about! Keep your eyes open for the following:
Grams and Grumps
Great Granny, Addie and a little pink blanket
Poop!
Great Grandma and a lot of love
More Greatness! (as in Aunt and Uncle)
Sydney loves her second cousin once re…, no, umm….Cousin
SWW and a Baby
5 hours to Vegas?
Adventures in Babysitting – or – Great Grama Steph and Ali Save the day!
Poop! Part Deux
Thrush is the root of all things evil. It is the root of gas, crying, pain and hunger in little Addie. But let me start at the beginning.
At Addie’s 2 week appointment, Dr. K looked in her mouth and noticed her tongue was white, but he was able to “scrape” it off, so he told me to keep an eye on her for signs of thrush. White patches on the cheeks. I did… for about a week. When none showed up I assumed everything was fine. Ha! I have new mom syndrome, this is where you have no clue what your child’s cries mean yet, and assume nothing or everything is wrong with your child. I assume nothing is wrong. She cries a lot, but she has since birth, ergo she is just a fussy baby. We knew she had trouble passing gas, but figured this was also normal for the first few weeks. We were told it gets easier, and things will get better, and that’s normal for a newborn. NOT!!! Lets figure this out:
24 Hours in a day, 1440 minutes (this is how it was for weeks 3 &4)
There are 24 hours in a day, she eats for 20 minutes every 2 hours, So that means there are 1440 minutes in a day. Lets work with that for now.
She eats for 20 minutes every 2.5 hours (20 x 9.6 = 192) So she eats for 192 minutes a day
(9.6 is 24 {hours} divided b 2.5{hours})
1440 – 192 = 1248 minutes left in the day
She sleeps for 1.5 hours between each feeding. (90 x 9.6 = 864)
1248 – 864 = 384
This means that for 384 minutes or 6.4 hours of the day she is crying. OK OK I’ll be honest. She usually doesn’t cry for about 5-10 minutes after each feeding while she is awake and full and content. But the rest of the time she is crying or thinking about crying as soon as we stop pumping her legs or rocking or bouncing her to distraction.
BUT NOW THINGS ARE DIFFERENT! The doctor gave us a prescription of Nystatin to control the yeast growing both in her mouth and on my breasts (yep, we pass it back and forth to one another). This was prescribed to her about 10 days ago. The thrush is almost completely gone. Just a few small white patches left on her cheeks. BUT the yeast is still present in her intestines. So as the yeast die off… they create GAS. Gas is truly the root of all evil. We have been giving her Mylicon since about week 3, and after 2 weeks with little to no relief I called Dr. K again. He prescribed us some Levsin Drops for her gas. We gave them to her on Friday night for the first time. I cried, my little baby was happy – ALL NIGHT – for the first time she sat there andf babbled to herself and held her hands and feet and looked around contently. There were no tears. NONE. You could tell by her face and her movements she felt better. That was one amazing night.
We can give her the drops up to 4 times a day, but for fear of addiction I only give her them if she is unable to pass the gas in more than 15 minutes. I personally think screaming for 15 minutes over one little gas bubble is too long. (It would kill me!) So she gets them 1 or two times a day and the crying is down to about 2 hours in a 24 hour period (on most days). YAY! Much more like a baby should be.
Buy as I said, thrush is the root of all evil. We are headed down to Vegas to visit Great Grandma Lentz, Great Uncle Karl and Aunt Dao and Cousin Sydney. As well as Aunt Shelly, and cousins Will and Walker. It will be insteresting to see how she does when she is away from the comforts and smells of home. I will certainly post more once we are there. (Should have some fun pictures too!). At least we will know if she throws a fit, it’s probably not from gas.
Mommy is at school right now, so I figured this would be a good time to introduce myself. She is always so caught up holding me and showing me pictures and reading me stories She is also very fond of blowing on my tummy, I can’t figure out why she does this. It feels funny and makes my face do funny things. My mouth starts to curl in a very funny way. My mom always says, thats it… thats almost a smile. I haven’t quite figured out what a smile is… but I keep trying different things and so I figure eventaully I will smile for her.
It explains my life right now, mom says “It’s what you do” I can’t read yet, but mom told me it said “Eat. Sleep. Poop.” I must agree with her, I do those alot, but yesterday mommy started giving me a new medication for my tummy so I would stop crying so much. You see I have a lot of trouble digesting things and it makes a lot of bubbles in my tummy. I have figured out that the bubbles can only come out one of two ways. Up or down. The bubbles that come up don’t seem to bother me, but the bubbles that go down HURT!!! I am not sure how to get them out… eventually they come out on their own. The new medicine helps so the down bubbles don’t hurt so bad. Mommy says I am like a whole new baby! That makes me happy and I want to try to do that smile thing again.
Last night I hardly cried at all. Great Granny Pryor bought a fun music making machine that puts movies on the ceiling. Mommy turned it on and it was amazing!! I could watch that for hours. The only problem is it makes a noise that reminds me of Mommy’s heartbeat, I get very sleepy and forget about the ceiling and take a nap. I will try to convey to mom she needs to take a picture of me watching the movie.
Speaking of naps, I think I will take one now. Don’t tell mom I got on the computer, She would be sad she missed it.
I have cried everytime I watch this video so I decided to share it. It just makes me so happy 
OK so this post is purely for the amusement of me… (And the Grandmas and Great Grandmas, and the people who are out of town and can’t see this in person – Hi aunt Shelly!)
Hiccups are just about the best thing in the world. She hiccups and can’t do anything else (IE: cry, nurse, fuss etc). She is confused by them and just has “the look” the whole time.