marydell: My hand holding a medusa head sculpture (by me) that's missing its snakes (charlie2)
From The Babyproofing Bible

"Clean the high chair well after feeding your baby with soapy water."


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marydell: My hand holding a medusa head sculpture (by me) that's missing its snakes (charlie-chair)
So apparently if you are a baby who has been diagnosed with reactive airway syndrome, and has food allergies, when you see doctors because of a bout of breathing trouble nobody will bother to look at your throat, even when you have a 103 degree fever and they are xraying your chest just in case it's pneumonia.  It didn't occur to us to ask when we were at the ER, and when we had our followup with his regular pediatrician she looked at his ears but since he was sleeping on my shoulder she didn't look in his mouth.

The wheezing, coughing, vomiting, and crying continued yesterday, although fortunately with no fever.  Also he was rubbing his neck  some.  Fortunately he's a year old now, so he can have honey, and when I put a little of it on his pacifier he suddenly stopped coughing and settled down for a nap.  Not an airway problem; a sore throat.

Since Mike has tonsillitis, I think it's a fair guess that the kiddo has it too.  Fortunately since they put him on a steroid for his supposed airway flare-up, and the regular doc put him on an antibiotic for his ears (which are pretty much always having a problem), so he is already taking everything they'd give him for a tonsil problem.  But nobody bothered to *look.*

I'm taking him to an ear/nose/throat doctor in a couple of weeks, to see if we can get ahead of the next event.  This thing of needing to take antibiotics for, like, half of every month has got to stop.
marydell: My hand holding a medusa head sculpture (by me) that's missing its snakes (Cat)
Not Babygate-as-in-Watergate, sorry.  We're getting ready for Charlie to become a scoocher or a crawler, which means we need to put up baby gates.  However, here at La Casa Tripodesta, baby gates will be an insurmountable cat barrier.  Poor Ahab has had to deal with lap displacement and other indignities, and we really don't want to mess with his world any more than we already have, so I'm hoping we can find a baby gate that a 3-legged, non-jumping slender cat can get through easily.  Any suggestions? 
marydell: My hand holding a medusa head sculpture (by me) that's missing its snakes (charlie2)
So Charlie is almost 5 months old, and weighs 19.5 pounds, and is 28 inches long/tall.  This is what happens from having big & tall genes, big & tall nurture-parents, and formula that has rice stuff added into it for reflux.  (Um, against reflux, actually.)  According to the growth charts at the doctor, he's heavier than 95 percent of babies his age and taller than 103 percent of babies his age.  I think maybe it's time for us.gov to make some new growth charts...

Anyway what's fun with a big horking baby like Charlie is that a lot of the stuff that babies his age use and need is sized too small for him.  His car seat, for example--they make one-size-fits-all carseats that work for babies from birth up thru age 2 or something, but they're not the kind you see everyone snapping onto their grocery carts or strollers.  Those kind--the infant portable carriers--are typically rated for babies up to 20-something pounds and 29 inches.  Charlie's ok on the poundage but he's about to be too tall (see photo below).  But he still needs that type of carrier for going to the grocery or target--because he's still too young to be able to sit up in a cart.  (And it's handy for taking naps at grandma's and stuff like that.  Sigh.  Fortunately there are two infant carriers rated for bigger infants, so I got the Graco SafeRide today and will switch him to that.  For 140 bucks.  Had I known he would need this, I would have bought it to begin with, but who would predict that a 6 pound 14oz newborn would outgrow his carseat in 5 months? 



I also bought him this cute little seat with a snap-on tray, so he can practice sitting up.  I sat him in it and could barely snap the tray on over his fat little thighs.  The box claims it's for babies from 3 to 24 months.  24 months!  He's going to be 4 feet tall by then.  He loves the seat though, so we'll use it as long as we can squoosh him into it. 

Oh and his shoulders are getting to be too wide for the countertop infant tub I bathe him in.  Which is the tub I bought when he got too big for the infant tub I used to bathe him in.  Toddler tubs assume he can sit up.  So I guess I need an extra-wide infant tub. Or a bucket or something.

Fortunately he still fits in his crib.  And is still the world's most adorable baby, in my possibly biased opinion.



marydell: My hand holding a medusa head sculpture (by me) that's missing its snakes (Default)
Take a picture of yourself right now.
don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair...just take a picture.
post that picture with NO editing.
post these instructions with your picture.



We both have a cold.  See previous entry for explanation of why Charlie's rash is his own fault! Not mine! Bad baby!

The hair and the recent weight gain are my own fault, though.
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Charlie has developed Guilt Tripping and Sneakiness! All in the course of a single cold.

C: (rubs face and eyes. Rub rub rub)
M: oh, no, your face is all red! Say goodbye to your hand for now (tucks hand into jammies, puts ointment on face).
C: (pushes hand thru jammy fabric toward mouth) Mom, I'm trying to suck my fingers! I need to soothe myself! No, (pwah!) I scorn your pacifier, I should be sucking on my hand! Cmon pleeeze? Waah! (Plaintive look) waah.Mean mommy.*
M: oh, ok, you can have your hand back but no rubbing! (Returns hand to service)
C: nom nom nom! (Chews hand briefly)
M: (turns back)
C: rub rub rub! Rub rub!

*ok strictly speaking he didn't say all this, but it was clearly implied
marydell: My hand holding a medusa head sculpture (by me) that's missing its snakes (Charlie)




Flickr set here.

Wrong

Sep. 13th, 2008 08:58 pm
marydell: My hand holding a medusa head sculpture (by me) that's missing its snakes (Baby)
Johnson's Baby Cologne


"Use JOHNSON'S® Baby Cologne anytime you want to give your baby a clean, fresh scent."

marydell: My hand holding a medusa head sculpture (by me) that's missing its snakes (Charlie)
Yay.  Because Charlie's a special-needs baby* we are allowed to finalize his adoption in Indiana (his birth state), without having to get a second laywer here in Illinois or pay extra crossing-state-lines fees.  We also don't actually have to travel--our lawyer will phone us from the courtroom for the proceedings.   Easy-peasy-Japanesey.  Well, Chinesey in our case.

I didn't get a chance to buy a special outfit for the day, because he's growing so darn fast.  And maybe there will be a delay, if some of our followup paperwork hasn't made it into the hands of the court.  But if all goes well, as of tomorrow, the social workers step out of the picture and Charlie will be ours forever.  Eep! Joy.

*feh. He's absurdly easy.

Edited:  Woo!  All done!  The lawyer's office will call us later to dun us for fees, but the court has decided and we are permanent parents.  YAY
marydell: My hand holding a medusa head sculpture (by me) that's missing its snakes (Default)
In the midst of all the angst and bullshit, I had a very nice visit with [livejournal.com profile] ashnistrike and nameseeker this weekend, which cheered me up considerably.  Mike and Charlie were happy to make new friends, and I got to geek out with way cool women about babies, books, and writing.  Bliss! [*waves to ashnistrike & nameseeker*]

Ashnistrike has a gift for describing things, so we now have fun new names for a couple of the baby items.  We were already calling the swing "RoboNanny." Now the little mobile on it, that has animals that twirl around on sticks, is called "the rotisserie."  As in "He's bored with swinging.  Should we fire up the rotisserie?"
Swing


And the Diaper Genie has been redubbed the Diaper Dalek.

Diaper Genie 
marydell: My hand holding a medusa head sculpture (by me) that's missing its snakes (Charlie)

Showing off his teddy-bear pants




Showing off his incredibly fat cheeks



Test-driving Daddy's chair



Snoozing on Mommy's lap

More in my Charlie Flickr set, as always.

marydell: My hand holding a medusa head sculpture (by me) that's missing its snakes (Charlie)
Charlie started day care today.  I was pretty emotional all day, more with worry than with guilt, though.  I don't feel guilty about working but I do feel sad that life requires this choices--I was definitely feeling it as a sacrifice.  But I know that if I was home with him, I'd be feeling the sacrificial quality of THAT.  I got through the day by focusing a whole lot on my ideas about the totality of his life and mine and Mike's --what we want to accomplish, what we want to give Charlie, and so forth.  But still it was tough.

For Charlie, thank goodness, it wasn't tough at all.  After days of (him) hollering and crying because of reflux and other internal misery, we put him on Zantac and some other stuff and he had a good night and a good day at last.  I hate putting him on drugs so young but even the anti-reflux formula wasn't getting him to the point of being really happy.  I don't want "not screaming" to be the best mood my baby can experience...although it suffices for many of us adults!

Anyway, he was good for the folks at day care, and he is a very cute baby so they were excited to have him there--I put him in a really sweet outfit so that even if he was horribly fussy he'd still be cute.  Gotta work the cute, particularly when he's getting to know his new caretakers.  At the end of the day when Mike picked him up, they gave us a log of his day that includes his moods and they'd circled "happy" and triple-circled "adorable" so YAY.   I even got to have some non-cry time with him myself, for the first time in a few days, so DOUBLE YAY.

Rock-a-bye

Jul. 25th, 2008 06:31 pm
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Husband saw this (click thru and choose "interactive demo" from under the pic) on Graco's website and said "I want it! It's like having Cylons raise your baby!"

My favorite bit is when the Cylon lady is sitting and reading while the robot soothes the baby.
marydell: My hand holding a medusa head sculpture (by me) that's missing its snakes (Default)
My baby favored me with a big smile *and* a squee of delight this morning!  YAY!

And what prompted this event? It was when I put the bib under his chin, which he knows means a bottle is immanent.  YAY FOOD NOM NOM NOM

Yep, that's my kid all right.
marydell: My hand holding a medusa head sculpture (by me) that's missing its snakes (Charlie)
I'm trying to take pictures once a week...



NOM NOM NOM



DO NOT WANT

Full photoset here, new stuff at the end:  http://www.flickr.com/photos/marydell/sets/72157605866367893/
marydell: My hand holding a medusa head sculpture (by me) that's missing its snakes (Charlie)
Dear more-experienced moms, here are some tips to keep in mind when talking to a new mother.

1. "Expensive" means the same thing to everybody, regardless of income or priorities. Be sure to point out if her choice of formula or clothing brand is too expensive.

2. Your stroller, sling, and other carrying devices are empirically better than hers. Help her to understand why her choices are wrong. Disregard any height/weight differential between yourself and her.

3. For any parenting choice she's making that's different from yours, say "oh, we'll see how long you manage to stick with that!"

4. If she adopted her child, any choices she makes differently from you can be explained by her "not having hormones."

5. Working is ok, but dedication to a demanding & lucrative career isn't appropriate for a mom. Suggest that she change to some other kind of work, more like whatever you do. Her husband should, of course, continue his similar career without modification...someone has to pay the bills!
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...in that they don't internally regulate heat very well. We had a fun night up with young Charles, who got a bit overheated yesterday (90+ degree weather outside, us running the dishwasher a couple of times to steam the place up, and being held for a long time by his dad, who is like a human furnace...). The doc said if his temp is 100 in the ear (using a digital ear thingy), to call, but first make sure that he's not just overly warm. So we had him hang out in just his diaper, and I took him down to the basement library where the AC is more effective, and that brought him down to 99 degrees. Got to use a butt therm on him for the first time, too, since the ear therm is hard to get an accurate reading with, so it's good to confirm it once or twice with a rectal temp. Fortunately, todays butt therms are not like the cold glass ones we knew as kids--ours is made of a flexible material and has a flange to stop it from going in too far. Just like all the best adult butt devices. Nothing's too good for our Charlie!

Anyway, he was lethargic and wouldn't eat properly etc., so I spent a few hours sitting up worrying and zapping him with the ear therm. Eventually after a few hours of sleep he was hungry and started eating and fussing like normal, and his temp was down to 97-98 ish. Whew.

Times like this I'm thankful that I spent so much time babysitting in high school. Also I'm glad that I'm an engineer, because focusing on troubleshooting, instead of "awfulizing," helps me to stay calm and get thru it.

Tired today, though.
marydell: My hand holding a medusa head sculpture (by me) that's missing its snakes (Charlie)



Roar!
marydell: My hand holding a medusa head sculpture (by me) that's missing its snakes (Charlie)
We set up the laptop on the desk in Charlie's room so that we don't go crazy when we're feeding or comforting him--Mike and I are both hyper so it's good to have something to do other than look at the level of milk in the bottle and contemplate whether we should get him to eat faster by switch back to the (incredibly evil!*) fast-flow nipples that the Enfamil company so generously gives new parents leaving the hospital.   So I've been able to keep up with LJ pretty well while feeding or soothing Charlie or just sitting with him while he snoozes in his crib.**

Anyway, today I submitted two stories - one to Futurismic and one to Glimmer Train - while feeding my boy.  I have a sneaking suspicion I'm going to be MORE productive in the writing department now that I have this little guy, because it's so damn hard to be productive at anything else right now...I haven't had time to go downstairs to the library, where my real computer and all of my graphics tools are.  Not that I mind, of course.  But it's nice to get a little bit of creative stuff done, all the same.

*Slow-flow nipples teach a baby to coordinate sucking and swallowing--if the flow is too fast, they have trouble figuring it out and end up kind of swimming in milk.  Also, slow-flow is more like the flow from a breast, so they have an easier time going back and forth between breast and bottle with the slower flow--important for many babies, who are breast-feeding part time.  What else...the harder they have to suck to get food, the better the development of their mouth and jaw will be, which is critical for later speech.  The nipples from the Enfamil "welcome to parenthood" kit thingy have one regular hole and a second X-shaped hole, so the flow is much faster than any of the other newborn nipples we've tried.  Which means not only does it discourage proper mouth development, it also discourages the baby from ever going near a breast again.   Yeah, that's right, Enfamil is trying to make my son GAY!! When everyone knows that's MY job.

**Yeah, I said crib!  3 weeks old and I've got him sleeping in his crib, for about 3 hours at a clip, too!  This is partly because of having instituted a bedtime routine for him but mainly because he is the best baby ever, WAY better than any of the babies who are biologically related to me.  They are all hyperactive and fussy and hard to settle.  As am I, myself. Yay for adoption!
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Being able to lay it on the desk and "turn pages" with one hand means I can read while I rock a baby  my baby.   

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