April 10, 2010
B-Boy’s six month checkup
B-Boy went to the doctor again on Wednesday. But not because he was sick… it was time for his six month checkup!
He got weighed and measured. He is 20.2 pounds and 28.5 inches long! I think he would have been heavier, but he was eating half of what he had been while he was sick… Incidentally, he is much better now!
Neb played with him while we waited to be seen. He was trying to see if B-Boy would be interested in a small object, and if he would try to pick it up. It is a milestone skill and was on the evaluation we needed to fill out. And guess what? He can! It was really cute to watch!
He got 2 of his 4 shots and 1 liquid vaccination. He wasn’t happy but after a quick bottle and snuggle, life was good again!
March 13, 2010
B-Boy has the Croup :(
B-Boy was up for two nights coughing, and having trouble breathing. His nose was clogged and his chest sounded raspy…
God love Neb, he was up with B-Boy every time he woke up. At 3 am, he woke me really worried about B-Boy’s breathing. We tried a steamy shower, the suction thingie for the nose, and more. Not much worked. He did sleep a little, but not much. Which meant Neb did not sleep much either.
Me? I think the chemical released from generating breast milk is knocking me out cold. I slept through until Neb woke me. Seriously.
I took B-Boy to the doctor on Friday, just to be sure. They weighed him… he is 19 pounds 11 ounces. Yikes! He also was diagnosed with the Croup… a yucky virus that causes a bad cough. The good news is that the worse is behind us, the first two nights are the worst. He will be ok, but we need to keep an eye on him.
Funny part was, a song I sang in the Washboard Band in college, kept playing in my head. Why? There is a verse about Croup in there. The song was called “The Twelve Days after Christmas”, which was a funny slant on what happened to all the gifts from the song “The Twelve Days of Christmas”… when the relationship goes sour. The tune is different, but you can get the gist… I include the lyrics below for your amusement. The Croup comes in to the gifts on day three.
The Twelve Days After Christmas by Frederick Silver
The first day after Christmas, my true love and I had a fight.
And so I chopped the pear tree down and burned it just for spite.
Then, with a single cartridge, I shot that blasted partridge,
That my true love, my true love gave to me.
The second day after Christmas, I pulled on the old rubber gloves
And very gently wrung the necks of both the turtle doves,
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
The third day after Christmas, my mother caught the croup;
I had to use the three French hens to make some chicken soup.
The four calling birds were a big mistake,
For their language was obsence .
The five gold rings were completely fake
And they turned my fingers green.
The sixth day after Christmas, the six laying geese wouldn’t lay:
I gave the whole darn gaggle to the ASPCA.
On the seventh day what a mess I found:
All seven of the swimming swans had drowned,
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
The eighth day after Christmas, before they could suspect,
I bundled up the . . .
Eight maids a-milking,
Nine pipers piping,
Ten ladies dancing,
Eleven lords a-leaping,
Twelve drummers drumming
(spoken) Well, actually I kept one of the drummers(girls)
Well, actually I kept one of the maids a-milking(boys)
And sent them back collect.
I wrote my true love, “We are through, love”
And I said in so many words,
“Furthermore your Christmas gifts were for the birds!”
(echo of “four calling birds, three french hens, two turtle doves
and a partridge in a pear tree.”)
Ah, memories. I hope the Croup passes quickly. Perhaps I should go get some Chicken Soup?
February 9, 2010
Dr. Roll Foot Massage
Much to update you on today’s adventures.
Today, B-Boy went for his four month check up. That meant S-H-O-T-S… 😦
He got weighed, measured, poked and prodded today. I know you are curious, so I am dashing off this quick update… my appologies if it is not very entertaining today.
Before I get to the numbers, while we were waiting for the doctor today, B-Boy found his feet! We had stripped him down to his diaper and he was laying on the examining table/bench thingie… he lifted his legs up in the air. Next thing I know, he is grabbing his feet!!! He then continued to hold them and pull him toward his face. Too cute!
The doctor came in and said B-Boy was right on track for most of the developemental milestones and ahead on the rest. YAY! They measured him and both the nurses were SHOCKED at how long his was… 26.5 inches. His head? 17.25 inches. His weight? We learned from the pediatrician that his weight should double his birthweight at six months of age. Guess what? Drum roll please! He weighs 17 pounds 8 ounces! Which means he has doubled his weight in four months!!!! Yikes! He is in the 90th percentile for weight and height. Wow.
Holy moly, B-Boy is growing up! And fast… but he sure feels heavier… and that was BEFORE he ate his bottle!
B-Boy also got 3 of his 6 immunizations… one liquid to drink, and two shots. We will go back next week for 2 more shots, and then the following one for the last. I just can’t put 5 needles into him on one day… poor guy. He held himself pretty well, and bounced back quickly.
We then went back to daycare… where he spent the remainder of the day. After daycare, two of his teachers held an infant massage class. To get started, we lay B-Boy on his fuzzy blanket on the floor. One of my coworkers and her husband sat next to us with her son who is 3 weeks younger than B-Boy. B-Boy must have really liked them, because the next thing I knew, he rolled onto his side all by himself to get a better look!
WOW! He did this several times, and on both sides. It is only a matter of time before he is rolling all the way…
The massage class went well. B-Boy was very relaxed afterward… as a matter of fact, he could barely keep his eyes open during his last bottle. So, the busy day has settled into a quiet night, and we are oh so grateful.
So, I hope you enjoyed the update, and that the confusing title makes more sense now. He found his feet, got a massage, rolled on his side, and went to the doctor. Odd title, but my brain is tired… was up late watching the Saints beat the Colts to win their first Superbowl! Whoo-hoo… Who Dat!
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