Thursday, June 23, 2011

three weeks

We've been at this family of four thing for 3 whole weeks now, and I think we may finally be falling into some semblance of our new normal. The days seem to be flying by, and the nights do too when the boys let us sleep.

B is the proudest big brother. He loves Jbug So! Much! Initially he was a little rough with the baby so we worked on being gentle. And then he wanted to check on j 55 times an hour, day or night, and was coming into our room several times a night to "see baby j!". Thankfully we seemed to turn a corner this week and B is back to sleeping in his room all night (which may or may not have taken some bribery of new Cars 2 toys, but sleep deprived parents can be desperate...). He has been looooving weekly swimming lessons! We're so proud of him! He's eager to go under water and kick his feet to paddle around. (But don't try to wash his hair in the tub, that's a major freakout...)

Jbug is growing like a weed. For looking like B's identical twin, he's very set on letting us know he's got his own personality thankyouverymuch. He's a bit more feisty than Bubba was, and takes a bit more effort to get him to a content place. As time has gone on, we've noticed that maybe there was something more to his discontent. He's been gagging, coughing, and sputtering 30-45 minutes after eating, though he never has spit up. Well, technically he's spit up out of his nose a few times, that's... fun.

Anyway, Jbug's 3 week appointment was today and for the most part he's healthy and relatively happy. He weighed in at 9lb 7oz (55th percentile), was 22 1/4" (85th percentile), and his head was 15" (65th percentile). (He's gained almost 2 lbs and grown almost 2 inches in the last 3 weeks.) But. I expressed our concerns about the gagging, etc. and our pediatrician felt he had reflux (silent reflux as the case may be, since he never spits up) and prescribed Zantac. He also wanted to check Jbug for MSPI - milk and soy protein intolerance (which they do by testing a stool sample from Jbug). They look for blood as well as sugar concentrations. Babies with MSPI apparently have a really tough time processing sugars. Thankfully there was no blood, but there was a ton of sugar. Dr. D said on a scale from 0 - 1% (with 1% being the highest he's ever seen), j was at .75% (they measure in quarters of a percent). So our little bubba is understandably not feeling the best.

I'm going to attempt to keep nursing him, but it means I have to cut all milk and soy out of my diet. Do y'all know how much I love cheese?! Thankfully our pediatrician is so fantastic and supportive - he gave me a cheat sheet that has everything to avoid as well as a long list of "safe foods". We'll try it for 2 weeks and if it's not helping he'll give me a few more foods to cut (first on that list are lettuce and CORN. CORN!). I think we can make this work, I guess it's a jump start on that diet I was planning next month. Heh. And worst case scenario and it doesn't work, we'll switch to a lactose/soy-free formula for Mr. j. Whatever keeps him happy and healthy!

So tips on surviving MSPI? I'm all ears!

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We got family pictures taken a few weeks ago, by the always-amazing Tracy Wood. She's taken our pics for the last 18 months or so and become a good friend and such a blessing to us! If you're in the Lincoln/Omaha area, you so need to check her out. She will come to you, and she's soooooooo patient with kiddos, even my exhausting newborn. Tell her we sent you!

Anyway, just a couple pics from the day, there's so many good ones to pick from!



Wednesday, June 8, 2011

hey jbug

We're excited for you to meet little J:



He's fantastic! In lots of ways he reminds us of Bubba, but he's definitely his own little man. I've looked back at  few pictures from around the time B was born and it's incredible how much they look alike. Of course they are brothers and all, but geesh!

Speaking of pictures, I so wish I would have taken more than I have up to this point. Must. take. more. photos!

I hate the the details of Jbugs's birth are already fading into post-labor amnesia, but I'll try to get down what I can. As I did with B's birth story, I offer the disclaimer that none of this is super gory or anything but there might be stuff you don't care about. :)

J's birth was a planned induction at 39 weeks, 5 days. We were supposed to be in labor and delivery at 5:00 am. As we are perpetually early to everything in life, except our childrens' births... we arrived at 5:00 on the dot. We were taken right back to a room and by 5:15, my IV was started. By 5:45 the pitocin was flowing. When I started I was 70% effaced and 3cm dilated.

It didn't take long for contractions to start and even out. Initially they were 4 1/2 minutes apart and I was still feeling great! Somewhere around this time it was 7am and we got a new nurse - Carol - we looooved her. She was fantastic, I told her we'd hire her to be our baby nurse. (Ha! If we had an extra million dollars lying around...) Carol later told me she was "known for her quick labors and fast deliveries", and she "delivered" on that promise.

Dr. C showed up around 8:00 I think. I love my OB, she's great! She broke my water and at that point I was 3.5cm and 60% effaced (different person doing the measuring... :) I was STARVING and it was only 8am. Carol was thinking a baby by lunchtime at this point and I was thrilled! She's been a labor and delivery nurse for 20 years, so she definitely has a feel for how these things would go.

At 9:30 Carol checked and I was 4cm and 80% effaced. I was still feeling good, but since I wanted an epidural, we decided to get in line for one so I didn't miss my window in case things started to go faster. L&D has their own anesthesiologist and I love that. But I was third in line for an epidural and thus began the longest hour ever. I have a pretty high pain tolerance, but the contractions were not so much fun. I was able to breathe through them easily, but I hate the sense of doom knowing that the next one is only 2-3 minutes away. And you can see them coming on the monitor which seems to make it worse.

10:30ish brought a fabulous anesthesiologist who gave me a magical epidural. Ahh, sweet relief. And I was already at 6cm and 90% effaced - all that contracting the previous hour had done its job. When you get an epidural it can make your blood pressure drop a bit. Mine is already normally low, it had been running 100/70ish up to that point. 45 minutes after the epidural started, my blood pressure dropped to 80/50 and Jbug's heart rate dropped to 60 beats per minute (it had been hanging out around 130 bpm). Obviously not good. I felt awful... nauseous and shaky and generally miserable. Thankfully Carol rushed in and fixed things quickly.

Everything was easy peasy from that point on. I didn't go from 6-10cm quite as quickly as we'd hoped, but by 3pm, I was at 10cm and ready to meet him! We had to wait a few minutes for Dr C, but by 3:20 I was pushing and he made his entrance into the world 8 minutes later.

J had the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck twice (just like B) and he was also holding onto it. Unlike B though, he came out screaming and Ready! To! Eat! and hasn't slowed down since.

B is the proudest big brother ever. He loves Jbug soooooo much. The transition from being an only child to being the big brother is going well. I was prepared for the worst, and have been pleasantly surprised. I haven't had them both by myself for more than a little while though. :)

We're so blessed with these two little guys. Jbug has only been here a week and yet it's hard to remember what life was like before him. I can't wait to see his personality grow, and watch the two of them becoming best buddies. Thank you so much for your love, we've felt every squeeze!

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

swim in da water yike nemo

In an effort to give B an activity "just for him" after baby J joins us. We decided on swimming lessons as he's getting big enough to really enjoy the pool and have some control over what he does in it. Plus he's not so much a fan of having water poured on his face in the tub.

So off we went to lessons last night, and they went fabulously! They're only 30 minutes, once a week for 5 weeks, but it was incredible to see how far he came in just 30 minutes last night!

Waiting to swim!
Just warming up...

Bonus of swimming lessons: B's good buddy L is also in the class!
Swimming allstar! Working out the dumbbells while we kick-kick-kick.
Swimming little dudes!