He came. He saw. He crapped. BOY, did he. I noticed Jr. hadn't pooped in 24 hours, though he was REALLY trying. It's unusual for him to not poop at least twice. I mentioned to the nurse maybe he was constipated and needed a little somethin' somethin'. She agreed and said she'd give him a suppository, the glycerine bullet. Sam got a spa treatment of a bath, after which we dressed and swaddled him up before she had a chance to give it to him. So, she gave it to him later. When we returned in the evening, the night nurse said he'd had a blow out, which I dubbed Sam's Sunday Craptacular!! We were happy he pooped and happy we weren't there to clean it up! Not so fast. We approached Sam's crib and noticed the funk in the air immediately. Craptacular 2.0 was in effect. Steve got the wipes ready. I got the diaper and Aquaphor. I pulled down the diaper. Oh. My. GOD. It was FULL of what looked like MUD. Seriously. It looked like he sat in a bucket of MUD!! I looked at Steve. He looked at me. We looked at Jr.'s butt. We were in disbelief. I told Steve I was gonna need more wipes. It took a good long while to get the crap spackle off his butt. Damn. That's all I can say.
Speaking of huge poops, Sam is up to 6lbs 4oz!! I was sure he'd lost like a pound after that poop, but he's going strong. He still feels tiny compared to other babies, but I guess he's kinda normal size now. Smaller side of normal. The only time I think he's huge is when I remember he's still suppose to be in me. Last week, I found myself examining my c-section scar. "My son came from here, from me.", I thought. Still very surreal. I mean, he's here. I've got the baby to prove that scar is not for naught. Sometimes I still can't believe it though.
More about that fabulous bubble bath! It was like a spa treatment, thanks to his wonderful nurse, Patty. He was a little fussy before he went into the tub. Being nekkid isn't his fave right now. Once he got in the water, oh man! He just loooooved it! He loved it so much, his little toes curled. Here's a little video of him chillaxin'.
Now, on to the Boob Report. Jr. has been working very hard to become a breast feeding expert. He's doing it so well, his lips are getting chapped. Seriously! He still has his fits of desperation, where he gets in his own way. He'll have his little arms in the way and end up with his hand in his mouth. Then he has a fit and tries to grab onto my nipple with both hands. It's hilarious! Well, it wasn't so hilarious the other day when he scratched my nipple with his little shiv of a fingernail. OWWWW! Mommy will need to learn to cut fingernails asap. He usually goes at it for 15-20 minutes and gets out about half of his feed. I give the rest by bottle if he's awake enough. He gets tuckered out working for his meals. At that point, I'll pull him off and I'm always amazed by how much of my boob is actually in that tiny little mouth. Boob for DAYS. Reminds me of one of those clowns with the never ending stream of handkerchiefs coming out of their pockets. Hopefully, as the next few weeks go by, he will get stronger and be able to breastfeed for longer periods of time.
Sam's eye exam last Thursday brought great news. Actually, let me back up. The week before last, Jr. was noted to still have stage 1 in both eyes, an improvement over the previous diagnosis of stage 1 in both eyes and a tiny bit of stage 2 in his left eye. His last exam showed he's no longer even considered stage 1. Whatever damage he had is reversing itself. At this point his eyes are looking great! He'll still need to have weekly checks since this could change at any time, but so awesome to take a step in the right direction!
Okay, ready for some REALLY awesome news? Yes, it's even better than the Craptacular! Today, Jr. had an oxygen challenge test. His oxygen was turned down to 21%, which is regular room air. He was still getting a little flow though. He did so well, his cannula was removed. He continued to do well after another 30 minutes. For this reason, the cannula will stay off unless he backslides a bit. HUGE news!!! I was so excited, I hugged his nurse, told 5 people, then ran out into the hall and jumped in the air pumping my fist! YAY SAM!!!!!!! I am so, so proud of our boy! I'm just about to bust with happiness! As Sam nears 37 weeks, I feel like I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Now, time for some serious thank yous. Dayna and Eija, thank you for throwing such a beautiful shower to celebrate Sam. What a wonderful day! I so enjoy being in the loving fold of girls I'm proud to call friends. Dayna, thank you for welcoming us all into your home, AGAIN. Some of the most important events of my life have been celebrated in your backyard. I cherish those times and you. Also, big thanks to Dave, our wedding officiant and homey, for springing for the par-tay for the displaced husbands and children! You are too, too generous!
In addition to becoming parents, Steve and I are now god parents to a wonderful young man named Joseph. Ash, we were so floored and so honored you asked. We look forward to being a huge part of Jojo's life and hope he will always know he can count on us. We are family and we love you both so much.
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