Here's a scrapbook page that I recently did:
I really need to get back on the ball with my digital scrapbooking.
Anyway, I was thinking about what to write in this blog. I couldn't think of anything except what a fabulous kiddo Ian is.
Seriously. I mean, there's problem babies out there. Last night, I was at Mommy group and there was a poor lady with twins, about Ian's age. She'd put one down in order to pick up the other, and the one on the floor would immediately start crying. The poor thing didn't even know how long it had been since they last ate - she'd lost all track of time whatsoever.
So I'm counting my blessings.
Ian started sleeping for 5-6 hours a night at 5 1/2 weeks. He started sleeping 8-9 hours at 7 weeks. That's really remarkable for a baby his age. He consistently sleeps from 8 pm until 6-6:30 am every single day. I can't remember the last time he woke up during the night and needed me - must have been between 5 1/2 weeks and 7 weeks.
He also hasn't had a mess in his diapers during the night since the 7 week mark. He hardly ever poops while he's sleeping (maybe he thinks it's uncivilized? ;P) He never pees too much for the diaper to handle. I wake him up and he kept it all contained throughout the night; we just change the didie and go.
What a great kid I have! And yes, I know that if we have another, the chances of him/her being such a good sleeper are slim to none.
He's still feeling poorly today - the coughing continues. I took him to see the doctor
on Tuesday because of the coughing. He listened to Ian's chest and said everything sounds "perfect." So we think he's got sinus drainage down the back of his throat, because I've got it too. Poor little guy - he coughs and sneezes all night long. We're giving him some Benadryl at night to help him sleep.
Funny story about the Benadryl - the doctor told me "half a teaspoon" of Benadryl. Then I asked about teething pain, and he said "point eight mL of Tylenol" for that. Well, I got the explanations mixed up in my head, and gave Ian point eight mL of Benadryl. When I realized, I freaked the heck out. Crying, hysterics, the works. I called the doctor's office in a panic, and the nurse said I gave him "a little too much." But she said all that would happen is that he'd sleep really well, which he did.
But then when we got home, Jon did a test with an actual half-teaspoon measuring spoon, and we realized that a half a teaspoon is more like 2.5 mL. So I didn't overdose him at all! WTF was that nurse thinking?!? She's smoking something (and not sharing).
So that was a bit of a relief to realize I didn't almost kill my kid.
Mommyhood = fabulousness one minute, hysterics the next.
Anyway, I was thinking about what to write in this blog. I couldn't think of anything except what a fabulous kiddo Ian is.
Seriously. I mean, there's problem babies out there. Last night, I was at Mommy group and there was a poor lady with twins, about Ian's age. She'd put one down in order to pick up the other, and the one on the floor would immediately start crying. The poor thing didn't even know how long it had been since they last ate - she'd lost all track of time whatsoever.
So I'm counting my blessings.
Ian started sleeping for 5-6 hours a night at 5 1/2 weeks. He started sleeping 8-9 hours at 7 weeks. That's really remarkable for a baby his age. He consistently sleeps from 8 pm until 6-6:30 am every single day. I can't remember the last time he woke up during the night and needed me - must have been between 5 1/2 weeks and 7 weeks.
He also hasn't had a mess in his diapers during the night since the 7 week mark. He hardly ever poops while he's sleeping (maybe he thinks it's uncivilized? ;P) He never pees too much for the diaper to handle. I wake him up and he kept it all contained throughout the night; we just change the didie and go.
What a great kid I have! And yes, I know that if we have another, the chances of him/her being such a good sleeper are slim to none.
He's still feeling poorly today - the coughing continues. I took him to see the doctor
on Tuesday because of the coughing. He listened to Ian's chest and said everything sounds "perfect." So we think he's got sinus drainage down the back of his throat, because I've got it too. Poor little guy - he coughs and sneezes all night long. We're giving him some Benadryl at night to help him sleep.
Funny story about the Benadryl - the doctor told me "half a teaspoon" of Benadryl. Then I asked about teething pain, and he said "point eight mL of Tylenol" for that. Well, I got the explanations mixed up in my head, and gave Ian point eight mL of Benadryl. When I realized, I freaked the heck out. Crying, hysterics, the works. I called the doctor's office in a panic, and the nurse said I gave him "a little too much." But she said all that would happen is that he'd sleep really well, which he did.
But then when we got home, Jon did a test with an actual half-teaspoon measuring spoon, and we realized that a half a teaspoon is more like 2.5 mL. So I didn't overdose him at all! WTF was that nurse thinking?!? She's smoking something (and not sharing).
So that was a bit of a relief to realize I didn't almost kill my kid.
Mommyhood = fabulousness one minute, hysterics the next.
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