Ok, who took away my screaming infant and brought me this smiley, cute, and content little baby? I'd like to know so I could kiss them. Sure he fusses a bit and possibly cries when he's hungry, or tired, or wet, or too warm- or heaven forbid, when we leave his line of sight; but in general he is oh so much more pleasant to be around!
Today was our two month check up as well. Note: I say "our" because he and I are pretty much one and the same these days -- attached at the hip....or...I mean, boob. We have put on a hefty 1 pound, 10.5 oz since our one month appointment, tipping the scales at 11 pounds, 0.5 ounces and 23.5 inches long. We are still in the fiftieth percentile for weight but are down to only seventy-fifth percentile in length. I thought we looked a little chunkier these days! Go go mama milk!!
He still has acid reflux and spits up a ton but the medicine did little except to reduce amount of sour milk decorating my shirts these days. Since I'm not a big fan of only slightly meaningful medication, I decided to take us off the meds. Our ped said this is fine since our weight gain is great.
We also got our immunizations today. I, being the impulsive researcher, read up on the immunization controversy and decided to go through with it. Recent research released in Jan/Feb of this year has proven no connection to autism. The initial reports were based on faulty research and inappropriate research samples, propagated by parents of autistic children involved in lawsuits. Also, incidences of serious disease and illness that used to be a thing of the past are popping up more and more now that immunizations are going down. In fact, there's an outbreak of whooping cough in Portland. Everything I have read has recommended the lesser risk to the child is to get immunized, as traumatic and nerve-racking as it is. However, I'm not so big on the chicken pox vaccine...but that's another rant.
The little guy was already wimpering because he had to be naked and jostled with - which we are not fans of- when he got poked. However, at that, he let out a blood-curdling scream. A scream to which all made all my immunization research fly out of the window. However, he was quickly calmed when boob was made ready and then he conked out like nobody's business for two hours.
Nursing has been successful but he likes to use my boobs as a pacifier as he won't take anything else except for perhaps a Mama or Papa thumb to suck on. I figure that's alright right now but it does make independent time for me a bit of a struggle. I'm nervous about transitioning to the bottle for when I go back to work in two weeks. So far, pumping is getting easier and he's taken a couple bottles with success. I am also working to beef up the frozen milk supply. It's really fun these days when I get to sit at the table and watch my boob stretch out six inches into a plastic tube while my little boy nurses on the other. It's a juggling act at the moment. I can't wait to try out my work's hospital-grade milk machine next month. Woohoo!!
Without further adieu...