Or at least that's how it feels sometimes. Greetings from a world at once highly routined and utterly chaotic. It is baby bottle, burp cloth, bedtime bliss. Of course, "bliss" takes on a different meaning entirely when 5 hours of sleep becomes "Wow, a full night!"
I'm glad to share that baby Oliver is doing well, despite our complete lack of training/skills/experience. After 3 weeks of finicky eating (at best), he finally decided to throw in the towel (#1) on breastfeeding. Unfortunately, Oliver hasn't taken sixth grade English, so he didn't know how to communicate this desire via a tired sports cliche. Instead, he picked from his baby's arsenal of 5 functions and screamed like a banshee (#2) every time we attempted to feed him.
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| Sunday best |
This turn of events left us with (1) a tired baby, (2), a hungry baby, and (3) a baby with no weight gain. Needless to say, we sprang to action as best two first-born children can, read through all of our baby books, calmly discussed a plan of action, and went shopping (far from cathartic, the shopping was for baby bottles and groceries). One week, several doctors appointments, 2 oz of supplemental formula per feeding, and many hours of pumping later, Oliver has gained over 1lb. and counting. Phew. Now we just have to convince him that breastfeeding is still cooler than the bed side of a goose down pillow (#3).
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| A visit from Steve & Jolie = games, gifts, and green peppers on the pizza |
In other news (and yes, there is other news), we're back! This weekend we made it to church for the first time in a month, managed to attend over 1.5 hours of a rockin' Super Bowl party--through which Oliver slept...soundly, and did some
non-baby shopping. I even managed to get my haircut by a woman who both tactfully and professionally informed me that my head is misshapen (actually, she merely informed me that my hair grew out in an unflattering shape because people who cut with clippers simply follow the curvature of my head...no more Great Clips for me apparently). Thanks, Sharon!
In sum, we've begun to hit our stride (#4), keep our head above water (#5), and make lemonade out of the lemons parenthood has handed us so far (#6). Who knows, with all the growing free time, my brain might actually be able to form a complete thought without relying on the outdated creativity of the guy who first contemplated how difficult it would be to actually find a needle in a haystack. If I were you, though, I wouldn't get my hopes up (Judges? . . . #7).