Baby M has had a rough go of things, so far. It started with a long labor, a wonky heartbeat, then the emergency C-section. Then an IV for antibiotics which he ripped out of his hand, leaving a nasty bruise (he did a matching job with my IV, I might add). That was followed by a course of antibiotics for me that messed with my guts and his. Things have gone progressively downhill since then.
The crying and gas kind of sucked. The diarrhea was no fun, either. But then his poop turned green, and little bits of blood started showing up. Plus projectile vomiting. All with more and shriller screaming, of course, and much, much less sleep for all. You can tell he’s in real pain – he goes rigid, balls up his fists, and squeals. He’s inconsolable. He’ll go from perfectly asleep to suddenly screaming, and we feel terrible that he’s so uncomfortable…and nothing we do seems to help, from walking and bouncing, to tummy massage and pedaling feet, to gripe water and Ovol. We’ve been to the doctor, and Baby is gaining weight and not dehydrated, so she sent us home, to await an appointment with a pediatrician. I’ve tried cutting milk, nuts, caffeine, and ‘gassy foods’ (oranges, brassicas, etc) from my diet, to no avail. Cereal is not the same with rice milk, either, I might add.
When he’s not in pain, Baby is a real cutie. He can lift his head surprisingly well, and he coos at Hubby and I. He can focus on faces, too, and smiles sometimes, though I don’t think they’re real smiles for us yet. He likes to look at windows, and at us – he will turn his head to watch Hubby walk across the room. Hopefully, the pediatrician will see us soon, and will have some sort of solution for us. Meanwhile, the lack of sleep and/or quiet around here is cutting badly into my blog posting motivation, so please bear with me!