The Life of Lara – Page 112

Bad news, and good news

Not going in to the really bad news, but the slightly bad news is that the boy seems to have regressed to feeding every 3 hours (after being on 4 hour feeds since hospital).

The GREAT news is that for the past two days Inigo has had every feed from the breast (except the morning one that Mark does), AND IT DOESN”T HURT!

Of course, it could all turn to shit tomorrow, and he’s still really unsettled and looks like he’s in pain after every feed etc., etc., but I FINALLY feel like we’re getting some progress with breastfeeding.

I know it’s bad manners, but I feel like the SHOUTING is justified!

PS. I stayed in today (after an intense week of going out every day last week), and instead of going stir crazy, I did laundry, tidied up in the boys room, and made French Onion Soup from scratch. Only impressive because all we had in the house was a bag of mouldy onions and a glass of wine left in a bottle from three months ago. I am legend.

Of course, I didn’t finish the sock, and I nearly burned down the house making croutons for the soup, but hey…

Disco Boy

Inigo has been really unsettled tonight, we can hear gulping when he swallows and draws breath for the next scream. We are beginning to suspect that his reflux isn’t under control.

Mark has cranked up the Scissor Sisters, and is singing along to “I Don’t Feel Like Dancin”. The screaming seems to have stopped.

Plans

Inigo, a study in green

I STILL haven’t finished dad’s 2007 birthday socks, and that is still top of the queue. But I am at the toe of the second sock, so I could finish them in an hour if I just had an hour to sit down and do it. I have an hour now, but I am blogging about it instead of doing it.

But I need to finish it, so that Dad can have his richly deserved socks, and so that I can move on to my next project – a cotton or bamboo cardi for ME.

I’m having an odd morning, and since I don’t really want to phone a friend and unload on them, I’ll do it here, and provide an opt out (if you don’t want to know, don’t read – simple).

The boy was really sick last night. Spewing heaps, full of mucous, and SCREAMING like he was being tortured. We were on the verge of putting him in the car and racing off to the hospital (apparently they have a new emergency Paediatrician!), when he calmed down and fell into a deep sleep. He’s vomited a lot, that’s not really new, but since he’s been on the Zantac, he’s been a lot less spewy, and a lot happier too.

Yesterday he was particularly unsettled, and obviously in pain for a lot of the day, but when he turned into Linda Blair it freaked us both out. Just as I turned to Mark and asked him what he thought about going to emergency, Inigo fell into a deep sleep. He slept from 11pm to 5.30am, and seems pretty good this morning. But of course, I’m still stressed!

Daisy (the long suffering feline) has been leaving odd wet patched where he has been sleeping, and I think he needs to go to the V.E.T. (we don’t say the word out loud).

And there’s other stuff too, which I won’t go into here because I don’t want to dwell on it, but suffice it to say that I’m feeling a little wobbly today. So the boy and I are off to visit Miriam and Oscar, and I’ll try to maintain my grip.

Feets by Inigo, Socks by Ailsa

Women, Know Your Limits

Thanks to Thombeau of Planet Fabulon.

Awesomeness!

This is the best idea I’ve seen in ages. A lightweight, ultraportable tripod solution that you can carry in your jeans.

Sorry

We’re a little broke right now, so I won’t be buying one of these to wear next week when our PM says sorry.

But you should.

And on a side note – this article discusses the increase in animal abuse prosecutions in the US – by my friend Michelle! Rock on Michelle!

Today Inigo weighed in at 4.75kg, and Oscar at 7.1kg. Woo hoo! When he had his shots last week, the doctor said Inigo was “underweight”, but his paediatrician (the one that oversaw his care in hospital) said on Tuesday that he is “thriving”. Apparently, the NSW Department of Health uses outdated growth charts that were calculated for bottle fed babies (who tend to be bigger). The World Health Organisation just published new charts for breastfed babies, but we’re still using the old ones. According to the old charts, Inigo is in the 10th percentile (bottom 10% for weight), but the WHO chart puts him a little higher. Not a huge difference, but it makes me feel better!

Aloha Dudes!

Inigo in his first Hawaiian shirt, with shorts to match

Today was Alex’s first birthday!

Inigo and I went up to Pearl Beach for a wee celebration, and in honour of such an auspicious occasion, we broke out the outfit that Donna brought back from Hawaii. So of course we had to have a photo shoot before he could spew on it!

Alex and Grandad in the surf

Happy Birthday Alex

And congratulations to Adam and Sarah for doing such a great job as parents to my favourite nephew.

Apart from being chased out of the park by security guards, and missing my boy terribly.

Inigo spent the night with my parents, and behaved beautifully! Apparently he’ll be welcomed back.

Thanks to mum and dad for taking such good care of him, and to Bev and Ted (Mark’s parents) for taking him for a few hours on Friday night while I did a course.

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