Isaac and I delivering congratulatory kisses to our 4.02 kg miracle (as we waited at ENT specialist)!
For now all is good and for that, we are sooo THANKFUL (and “happy” per Isaac :-)!! )
From Saturday
Marshall’s first visit to Grandma Martha’s!
Oh, Nuts!
I have suspected that Marshall has a nut allergy (like his cousin in Ohio) and now I am nearly convinced. I interrogated (when I’m on a mission, I go full detective) two great moms I know for information regarding their children’s nut allergy.
And found Marshall is presenting the same signs as their children did.
We’re talking a:
Rash (that, however slight, triggers my mama bear defense)
Gaseousness (I have no idea if this is a word…I’m too tired to check)
Stuffiness (which impeded the whole breathe-eat pattern around 4:30 this morning)
Fussiness (the not inconsolable but definitely uncomfortable kind)
The problem is I’m not a big milk drinker (only a splash in my coffee.) And broccoli is one of those high gas foods nursing mamas are prone to avoid. And too much yogurt and cheese has its consequences.
So where do I get the calcium Marshall and I need?
And the void of a life without peanut butter and almonds (staples of my diet) is something I can’t really fathom but must… for at least a week (per the two great moms mentioned above) to see if it helps…
What I didn’t forget
I did some time traveling today after fetching the mail in the freezing cold.
From what the mail carrier left, I apparently forgot my follow-up appointment post Marshall’s birth.
His birth…
My god I remember that day like it was yesterday.
The pain was nearly as great as my fears for Marshall… except the pain dulls over time.
Speaking of which, it is past time to stay right here in this moment soooooo incredibly thankful to be holding our miracle, for his and his brothers’ lives, for so many people who made this moment possible…
Hold that…Spleen
We received a letter from our hometown cardiologist which stalled Marshall’s spleen victory.
I am saving the story of the incompetence for Marshall’s book. It will probably take me that long to cool off and find the grace needed to retell the incident objectively.
But I’m furious.
The letter we received today states that results of the disgnostic testing “strongly suggest the presence of a spleen.”
The tests do not, however, confirm it.
Therefore, it is safe to conclude that Marshall essentially may have been unnecessary exposed to potentially life threatening risks. What’s worse is, we chose to follow the recommendation to ditch the amoxicillin.
The reality is he lives with three germ factories. And has been in contact with others.
The way I see it is this: our baby gets to pay for this by having to starve for another half night then get poked & prodded all over again.
Cheese!
I forgot to turn the flash off when I took this pic. Juggling our little miracle, a sick wild boy, work, the house, & whatever I am failing to mention leaves me a little forgetful at times.
A sneezing fit followed the gigglefest Marshall and I shared today thanks to my forgetfulness. Oopsie.
Even so, Marshall is one of the happiest babies I have ever met in my entire life.
I don’t have enough words to say how thankful I am for all of these moments with my little men ♥
They said puke would happen…
There is no way to put it delicately: we have a volcanic puker.
Before last night, this little miracle had tiny little spit ups (two in fact.) And one barf (a bit more than a spit up) on Saturday and Sunday nights.
Then they got bigger.
As I was working this a.m., Marshall was happily playing and watching me. Then he fussed his “I’m hungry, Maaaaa!”
So I fed him.
Then he hurled (this was no baby spit up…nor a barf… I mean HURLED ALL over us.)
Not once.
But twice.
Panic followed. I let Michael know he was sick.
Then I pinged an email at Dr. Friedman as fast as my fingers could type as I cleaned our little sweetie up.
Here is the after shot:
Thank you, Marshall, for your resilient & absolute joy.
And now we are off to the pharmacy…and to search the town for burp cloths…and I forgot to eat breakfast….
What a welcome into the Reflux Fold. From everything I read and was told, this moment was inevitable. But, tenacious in my hope, I held out in disbelief.
Darn it…how do I make him grow now???
Lets have a (small) WAHOOOOOO! !
(The traveler en route to Syracuse who showed us he can hold his own bottle…even in his sleep 😉 )
Marshall’s cardiologist appointment and ultrasound went well. Beyond our expectations in fact.
Folks, we have a spleen!!!
His heart “looks good.”
He can now stop taking two of his (formerly) four medications. This is HUGE since Marshall just hates one of the two we can now discontinue.
We have to return to the cardiologist when he is twelve weeks old (unless something changes)!!
That is six weeks from now…wow!!
As always, many, many, MANY thanks for all the good thoughts and big prayers.
