I took Colin to his 1 month checkup appointment today. The doctor said that he is developing wonderfully, and his growth is great. He weighs 9 lbs. 5 oz. (which is 50-75% percentile), and is 21 inches long (also 50-75% percentile). He does have reflux (poor baby), so the doctor started him on some medicine that should help with the burning but won't help the spitting up. The formula that we had him on to stop him from spitting up so much was causing him constipation, so we had to switch formulas...again. I've already noticed that he's back to spitting up more, but at least it doesn't seem to be burning as much as before.
Ok, so this isn't a picture of Colin's first smile, but he is so pimp! I popped his collar, and gave him a faux hawk just like his Papi!
Now about that first smile...My little Colin smiled at me for the first time yesterday! At first I thought is was just gas like all of the other times, but then he smiled at me again when I was talking to him. Still thought is was gas. Later on in the day he smiled at me a third time, and this time I knew he was smiling at me. We met grammy for lunch, and he gave her a big smile too. Later when papi got home, Colin was cranky, and wasn't in the mood for anymroe smiling, but papi got a little smile too! Yay! My little boy is gaining his personality!
I can't believe that my precious little baby will be 1 month old tomorrow. I am sad & happy. He's growing so fast. I have to take pictures almost every day to capture his changes. Today is the last day that I posted pictures to the "Birth to 1 Month" folder on smugmug. Check out the pics, b/c tomorrow will start a new folder!
I've had photoshop elements for a while now, but I think that it intimidates me. After seeing the prices for birth announcements that I liked, I decided that I wanted to try to make Colin's birth announcement. So, 4 1/2 hours later, here you have it...my first attempt at phtoshop elements!
I guess as good as it's going to get...at least for a while! Colin stayed awake for a good portion of the day yesterday. I gave him his last feeding at 11:00 last night. poor baby didn't want to go to sleep until 12:30...but that's ok, because he let me sleep until 3:45 this morning. I fed him, and put him back to sleep and he let me sleep until 7:15. I'm liking not waking up every 2 hours!
Yup, I did. I failed miserably at breastfeeding. It's all I wanted to do. I was all prepared for it. At least, I thought I was. It started ogg wrong in the hospital when Colin wasn't latching properly and blistered my nipples. He blistered them so bad that I had to stop breastfeeding and start pumping b/c it hurt so bad. Well, since i had to do that I wasn't emptying my breasts of the milk fully, so I became engorged. Very painful, might I add. I waited too long to get help for the engorgment, so my milk supply went down. By the time that I wasn't engorged anymore, I was ready to try breastfeeding again, but now my problem was the milk supply. Colin went back to the breast, again making my nipples sore, so back to pumping, and back to the milk supply issue. After an engorgement, sore nipples x3, and 3 visits with a lacatation consultant and a couple hundred dollars later...I still failed miserably at breastfeeding. Am I depressed? You bet. Do I feel like an ass? Sure do. I mean, this is supposed to be the most natural thing to do...and I can't. Little Colin boy is now on formula. The mention of breastfeeding or breasts, or breastmilk, or pumps or anything of that nature still brings tears to my eyes. I think I've cried over this more than I should have, but it really bothers me that I can't do it.
So 5 years ago today was the day. Need I say more? I know that everyone knows where they were and what they were doing that morning.
I was in New York, about 40 miles north of Manhatthan. I was heading to class, A&P I to be exact. My professor was running late for class, which we all thought was odd, b/c she was always on time. Next thing I knew she came running into class sobbing and saying that a plane crashed into the World Trade Center and that she had a bad feeling about it. The second plane hadn't crashed yet. Miguel called my cell phone a few minutes later, but I didn't answer b/c I was in class. Someone came to my classroom a few minutes later and talked to the professor in private. She came back into the class saying taht the school was in lockdown b/c a second plane crashed into the tower, and people weren't sure what was going on. They moved us to another classroom with a bunch of other students. They finally let some of us go home after they asked us where we lived. A lot of students at my college lived in NYC. I only lived a 5 minute drive from the college, so they let me leave. I called Miguel on my way home, where he filled me in on what was happening. We both spent the rest of the dat with the news station on. We were worried about my mom b/c she was working in a hospital across the bridge, and very close to Manhattan. I tried calling her, but since her hospital was put on disaster watch, the phone lines were flooded, and I wasn't able to talk to her until much much later.
I posted some new pictures of Colin on smugmug today. I'm going to break down the pics by month for the first year, just because babies change so much in the first year of life. The new album is "Birth to 1 Month." I'm just going to add photos to that folder throughout the month. Make sure to check them out often!
Colin had is 2 week check up today. Everything went great. The doctor was pleased with his progress so far. Colin now weighs 7 lbs. 5 oz. (25th percentile). He's almost back up to his birth weight! He is 20 inches long (50th percentile). We took him over for his second newborn screen, where they pricked his heal for blood. Boy was he a trooper! He wimpered when they first pricked him, but didn't make a peep after that. BTW - isn't that just the cutest picture?
Nanny had her surgery today. It was to remove the hernia that she had sitting on top of her belly that restricted her breathing. It was a pretty intricate surgery. She had to have her cardiologist and her pulmonologist agree that it was okay for her to go ahead with the surgery before the surgeon would perform it. I was really scared that she wouldn't make it out of the surgery since during the last surgery she had, she had a heart attack on the table, and almost didn't make it out. With lots of prayers, Nanny made it out okay. I spoke to her tonight, and she is in incredible pain, but recovering. Please keep my Nanny in your prayers for a speedy recovery so she can come back to Texas and meet her great-grandson!