Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Today we had Dylan's second doctors appointment. Inevitably, the appointment was right at the time that he decided that he needed to eat. Since he wanted to eat and we were not obliging his request he of course cried...loud. The jolly round doctor came in the office and noticed Dylan's dissatisfaction with the fact the he did not have a breast squirting delicious nourishment into his mouth and said "How about I let you feed him and I'll come back in about 15 minutes?"
Holly and I quickly agreed. The reason I mention it is because I thought that it was very cool of him to do this as opposed to popping in some ear plugs and rushing us through. Fifteen minutes later he came back in and proceeded to check the height, weight, head circumference etc etc. Everything looked good.
Then the sacrificial ceremony began, the nurse came in and asked me to hold Dylan. She then proceeded to stab Dylan's heel. I believe they called it heel prick, but no it was definitely a stab. I was expecting one prick, instead this lady went to town on Dylan's foot stabbing it repeatedly like she was OJ Simpson. Of course, while this nurse was inflicting pain on my child the only thing that Dylan could see was me holding him...what a bitch. Once Dylan's foot was thoroughly aerated she then broke out this card that had about five circles on it. Apparently these circles needed to be completely filled with blood from Dylan's foot. So the nurse starts dabbing the circles with Dylan's foot pushing forcefully to make sure the blood soaked through the paper. It reminded me of when I used to go to bingo with my mom and they would have the colored ink dabbers...my son was a bingo ink dabber!
Friday, August 14, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
The doc is short round and jolly.
As you can see by Dylan's stats, he gained 4oz over his birth weight. The doc was quite impressed by this weight gain, asking “how’d you do that? Most breast fed baby’s take 5 to 10 days just to get back up to their birth weight”.
Coloring, breathing eyes and ears all looked good and we were on our way. Next visit, 8/12.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Judging from the first weeks, I think it is safe to say that Dylan is going to have quite an appetite. Let’s just hope that he will have the metabolism to keep up with it. Holly and I had every intention to solely breast feed for the first month in order to avoid the possible problem of “nipple confusion” and to delay the start of washing so many damn bottles. But, just like everything so far, Dylan hasn’t exactly made it easy to stick to that plan. Apparently, Dylan can suck a wheelbarrow through a garden hose. Breast feeding was starting to feel like someone taking a weed whacker to Holly’s chest every couple of hours. That being said, Holly had to cut down to only nursing a few times a day and pumping the rest of the time in order to give them time to heal. Fortunately, Dylan goes back and forth between boob and bottle like a champ, although obviously, as any guy would, preferring the breast.
Dylan’s nocturnal pattern has yet to be established. For the first few nights at home he would give a four hour stretch of sleep sandwiched between two hour stretches. The following nights have been everything from waking up every hour, to giving us consecutive four hour snooze sessions. We shall see what tonight has in store.
During the day he sleeps for an hour or so, and then he’s wide eyed for an hour or so with no real rhyme or reason. Between Dre’s barking at anything that comes in our yard, and my natural way Dylan has been forced to learn that if he’s gonna get any sleep then he has to be able to sleep through high decibels. He has gotten quite good at it too. If he is ready to sleep, he will sleep through just about anything.
If you look at a Dylan number 2 you would conclude that his diet consisted of feta cheese and cheetos. Also, his shit don’t stink! That’s a definite advantage to the bosom beverage.
He has a fascinating doopy delivery system in place. He shoots the stuff out in one highly audible blast. Takes all of the guess work out of the dirty diaper. This technique also makes clean up much easier. Usually, there is enough force behind it that it sticks right to the diaper, bypassing the cheeks for the most part. You can’t help but appreciate the efficiency.
Friday, July 31, 2009
I think the smile means we did a good job.
Dylan just loves his aunt Meagan.
Then Grandma (term of endearment yet to be established)
...and Gramps came
Nama and Mom Mom and Donna arrived
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
To answer question 1 as female for 3 points you would enter: 1 2 3
To answer question 1 as male for 2 points you would enter: 1 1 2
For every answer you get right you will be awarded how ever many points you assigned to your answer and for every incorrect answer you will lose the amount of points you assigned. In the event of a tie, whomever is closest to the actual day of birth wins.
- $5 entry fee
- Money and answers must be submitted by 2/27
- Winner take all
Question 1: What will Cletus' Gender Be?
- 7 pounds or less
- 7 pounds 1 ounce - 8 pounds 8 ounces
- More than 8 pounds 8 ounces
Question 5: What will Cletus' height be?
- Less than 18 inches
- 18 -19 inches
- More than 19 inches
Tie Breaker: What will the exact day of birth be? (Due Date: 7/23)
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