OMG, like totally OMFG the last couple of days have been sooooo exciting. We've been sooooo busy with little Max that we had totally no time to like blog and stuff. *Jumps up and down and flaps arms*
Even typing those words makes my brain hurt but the reason I do type them is to try to capture the sort of breathless excitement that goes on when all three of us are awake at the same time. On Saturday it was 10 of us, but some were small.
So rather than go through things minute by minute I shall run thematically with paragraphs addressing each area of novelty. First item under the microscope is feeding. Thanks to; all the messages of support, advice (professional and familial), hard work, reading, recording and most of all perseverance, the feeding is going much better. Though, the mysterious latch keeps avoiding the Naturalists and is only seen in glimpses, much better glimpses mind you than before but still glimpses. To push a metaphor to its absolute limits, the aforementioned Naturalists are a little bruised and battered by their scrambling through the jungle. Given the benefits of skin-to-skin contact, perhaps that should be Naturists. The much easier feeding has improved mother and baby's state of mind no end and there are lots more smiles from both of them. He doesn't know he's smiling yet of course, it's very hard to distinguish a smile from the reaction to a complicated and stubborn bit of wind. As the Lactation Consultant said on her return visit today - 'Gold Star for Mother and Baby'. By the way, anyone who snorted at the idea of a Lactation Consultant, hang your head in shame, in shame, for they are angels of joy and bring peace and happiness where ever they roam.
Another significant milestone was reached over the weekend - the mustardy poo. So legendary is the mustardy poo that a jar of coarse seedy mustard was produced at an ante-natal class to demonstrate the reality. Young Max has, up until now being firing out the muconium which for the uninitiated is the product of the little fellow eating the amniotic fluid and the effluvia of his growth and development. Muconium is green and sticky. Real poo, the digested milk, is yellow and has little flakes of curdled milk. So Max produced some. This means in short that he has ingested, digested and egested the right amount of milk. We are looking forward to lots more. Incidentally boys pee just after the nappy is opened. Often they wait until the new nappy is in place. They have a marvelous range and can hit faces, book cases and well meaning visitors. I and several nappies have fallen foul of the delayed wee. A fresh new nappy is sitting sweetly neath my son just ready for fastening. Then as if by magic it is wet. I'm not sure if simply fastening the nappy anyway would make me a bad parent. Sure isn't that what a nappy is for. I haven't done this I hasten to add, I have risked the death of the environment by binning both the old and new nappy, cleaning and drying my son and fastening on a new nappy. The serene look on his face when the new nappy is placed and the last snap fastener on his baby-gro has snapped is a joy to behold. Then we can get on with the serious business of the day, be it wind, food or more poo.
The last theme of this post is Max's first wash. I can't call it a bath because it was in a sink and I'm not sure he needed it. He smelled just fine. The congealed blood on his head wasn't freaking us out at all. His toe cheese was endearing in a mycological kind of way. So into the towel/hoodie and off to the sink. www.mycontraception.ie have helpfully provided a small bath thermometer which is very difficult to read. This told us that no degree burns would be inflicted on Max if he was submerged. Thankfully a new thermometer has been very kindly gifted to us that works for rooms and baths. Max shall never be outside his operating parameters again. We washed his head, all the blood disappeared and his hair attained its natural colour. It turns out he is a mousy brown and not ginger after all. He looked fresh and ready for hair and make-up. We washed his feet and legs and removed all the dubious stuff that looked like it ought not be there. He does not have webbed feet so the future of evolution is not towards the water. Throughout this process, Max remained stoic. No screams, no fights. He is either too young to care or he enjoys baths! Regardless of which he is clean.
Today, day eight was a very pleasant one crammed full of wonder at this perfect little human! Until tomorrow...
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