milk drunk

Feeding Peter is one of the most satisfying experiences I think I've ever had, if only because it's one of the most satisfying experiences he's ever had.

Dainty eater.

Milk drunk.

Post-lunch nap.

stomach flu, hernia, and a tub of a baby

After today's update with Dr. Soriano, we know:

(1) Chompers probably does have some kind of stomach or intestinal upset. He very helpfully pooped all over the examination table while having his temperature taken, which gave Dr. Soriano an idea of how watery and green his stools are. But, he's not dehydrated, and he's active and has good color, so we're not concerned at this point. (Dr. Soriano did say that it was right for us to bring him in, though, and hinted that all of the ibuprofen that I've been taking for my wrist might be to blame, although that would be unusual.)

(2) Chomps has a stomach hernia. Ouch! I guess it's pretty common, though, and Dr. Soriano told us that they "reserve surgery until he's older." We suspected that something was up with his belly button, since it sticks out a good half-inch from his body.

(3) Dr. Soriano's official opinion is that Peter looks like Kevin. He certainly has his father's eyes. But...his mother's chin. And tongue? Perhaps. It's a big one.

(4) And, what we were all waiting for: Peter's current weight is 10 pounds, 12 ounces. In the words of EVERYONE who sees him, "he's a BIG baby."

Due to Mr. Chomper's...er...routundess, he's already starting to outgrow some of his most adorable outfits, including this, a gift from our friend and mentor Nancy Royal.

It's possibly the most perfect infant print we've ever seen. Both Kevin and I fell in love with it, and then were so disappointed when we put it on today only to learn that it was a bit snug. Tragically, it met an early demise due to a poorly put-on diaper (blame the good doctor) and an explosive, watery, and green stool. Sigh.

the science of sleep

Lesson learned: Babies probably will not sleep all day, then all night as well. Unless, of course, you hold said baby all night long.

In proverb form: Don't let sleeping babies lie, especially if it's light outside.

I blame this one on both of us - me, relieved that Kevin was around all day yesterday, and Kevin, who was excited that Piglet actually liked to be held by him.

Kevin, always the optimist, reminds us that Peter's preferred sleeping posture (in someone's arms) means that he may avoid the flat-head common with those wussy back-to-sleep kids.

No positional plagiocephaly here! Just an increased risk of SIDS.

In other news, Chompers tried his gums at a new form of food: the bottle. To mixed results.

Daddy...and milk? Hmm. Weird events are afoot in the Davis-Ross household.

In somewhat related news, Chompers may have an intestinal infection of sorts (at least, according to Dr. Spock.) Let's just say that there has been much discussion re: the color, consistency, frequency, and odor of recent bowel movements, and none of it is cheerful. (Important note: this took place before bottlefeeding experiment.)

So, tomorrow finds us visiting Dr. Soriano for the fourth time in so many weeks.

weekend update

We have some success to report! We attended church with only minor complications (a sudden, urgent, and angry need to feed), and we attended Roxana and Tony's wedding ceremony without incident (although Kevin did have to hold Chomps the entire time).

Because of yesterday's success, we may take a drive to Redwood City to hunt down bottles and other breastfeeding accoutrement. It's time to let Daddy share in the fun that is our son's voracious appetite.

However, our single-minded goal for today is to get Chomps into the Bjorn. Blood may be shed. Tears certainly will. (And keep in mind that Chomps can't cry yet.)

Chomps lays surprisingly possessive claim to Busy Bee, while at Roxana and Tony's wedding.

All dressed up with somewhere to go.

Peter gives me this look all the time. It's sad when even your 3-week-old knows you're a crackpot mother.

Peter's far less skeptical about Kevin's parenting skillz.