So our baby has some serious gas issues. As in she’s tooting away all the time. The problem is that all this gas is making her fussy. I feel bad for her because she’s obviously in some pain but there isn’t much that we can do to make her better. I talked to the pediatrician last week at Elliott’s one month check up and she said we basically have to wait for her digestive system to develop. Normally these issues clear up at around three months. Since Elliott is turning 6 weeks old this week that means we only have another 6 to go. I will try not to kill myself before this momentous date arrives. (I’m kidding. I’m not suffering from PPD, I’m just exhausted.)
One way we’ve been attempting to help is by giving Elliott a little bit of Karo syrup once a day in her formula. This is supposed to loosen things up a bit. Last night we had some poop success so I went in to change her stinky diaper. Mid-change it appeared that things we’re moving again so I held up a wipe to be a good mother and catch the mess for her. Except this wasn’t a normal poo, this was explosive projectile poo that not only bypassed my helpful outstretched hand, it flew half way across the room and decorated all the items between us and her chair. Lovely right? I’m sure she’ll love it when we tell this story to whatever boy she brings home. Can’t wait!
Also, in case you’d like to keep track, at Elliott’s one month check-up she weighed in at 10 pounds. This puts her in the 75th percentile for weight, she measured in the 50th for height and head size. She’s getting little chub rolls on her arms and legs now which make her extra delicious. This weight gain success is most likely attributed to Wes and I shoving a bottle in her mouth every time she starts to cry. Our hope is a full baby is a sleepy baby. So far this works only about 50% of the time. Most of the negative results are due to the gas issues mentioned above which interfere in our ability to stuff her to the gills.
Last weekend our friend Andrew visited for the weekend. He was very brave to come stay with us with a 5 week old grumpy baby. We were happy to provide him an incentive to use birth control for the rest of his life. He looks happy here, but he’s really thinking about how joyful it will be when he can return home to his reckless bachelor lifestyle:
This Friday we are heading out to Indianapolis (a FOUR hour drive, Lord have mercy!) to go to Katie’s wedding. (Katie is Sharon’s daughter. Sharon is my surrogate Aunt/best friend of my mother. Now you know!) As if I’m not losing enough hair and sleep about this upcoming trip, we are also having our leaky basement repaired that same day. I thought it would make things easier for us to be gone when a crew of workmen appear to hammer for hours downstairs. Of course, they like to make my life more fun so they are arriving at 6:30am in the morning! Woohoo! (Thanks for allowing us 4 hours of sleep that night before we get in the car guys. It wasn’t enough that you’re sucking my savings account dry??) Once we get to Indy, I’m sure things will be fine. Lot’s of other people can enjoy holding the baby while we sneak away to enjoy that open bar. (There IS an open bar right?!) Ha Ha, I kid. Wes will hit the open bar while I sleep under the table.
The following weekend my host father and sister from Japan are coming to visit. They will arrive Sunday night and leave horrendously early on Tuesday morning. They are aware that our baby will be 7 weeks old and that St. Louis is like the 9th layer of hell in the summer time but they still want to see me! Isn’t that sweet?! I’m super excited. I haven’t seen them in 6 years! Wes is taking a day off work so that I don’t have to struggle with an infant and a foreign language all by myself. I’m planning on taking them to Grant’s Farm since it is close by, Yuki likes animals, and it is baby friendly. The St. Louis Zoo is great, but HUGE, and I’d rather ride on a train when it’s 100 degrees with 100% humidity.
And now, more pictures of my child:
Here is Elliott in her swing. This is where she sleeps when she’s not sleeping on me or Wes.
These are pictures of me trying to have Popper pose with the baby. She was looking ridiculously cute on the sofa until I put the baby next to her. Then she just looked very uncomfortable. Sorry Pops.
And these are pictures of Elliott laying on her tummy. Just because she’s cute:
love, Christina
