Oh hey, you know what is absolute hell?
Baby acid reflux.
The interesting thing about preemies is that they don’t necessarily scream, but the kid has been grunting and groaning all night long, which keeps me up. Last night was the worst. I woke up at 1 AM to feed her and then was up until 4 AM because she wouldn’t sleep. I finally gave her to my husband at 4 (he usually gets up between 4:30-5 AM). He glared at me, but got up. Turns out he thought it was 1 AM because lightning knocked out our power for a minute and set the clock back 3 hours. I knew it was 4 because I use my cell phone as a clock. iPhone-1, Husband-0.
Anyways, the pediatrician gave us “the smallest dose of Zantac that [he has] ever prescribed.” It can take some time to work, though and she’s not so great at keeping it down. The other thing is Zantac does not prevent the massive spewing fountains, it just makes them burn less. Here’s hoping it works soon and I get some sleep.
In other news, my husband managed to get himself peed on. This would not be noteworthy except that he took her diaper off in her room and then carried her in to the bathroom for bath time. You never take the diaper off until you are over the bathtub. I was too busy laughing hysterically to help him out. I am a terrible wife.
Today I ran my first post-baby mile with no walking today. It’s hard to believe it’s been 8 weeks since I delivered, especially considering I was expecting to still be pregnant by now. The kid rolled from her stomach to her back this afternoon. So much for being newbornish until a few weeks post due date.
Speaking of newbornish, someone outgrew her preemie clothes. Her legs are too long, but the newborn stuff is still kind of huge. She’s 5.5 pounds, so I guess we are hitting that transition point.
On that note, the plague is going around my house. Husband is recovering and I’m fighting a retinal migraine that may or may not be due to said plague. Either way it sucks and is making typing impossible. Pray that C doesn’t get it (my head hurts so bad that I couldn’t manage to type out her name).
Since this post is lame, I feel obligated to promise to follow up with the story of Delilah’s drunken insanity from a while ago. Yeah, that totally happened. House guests leave alcohol where the dog can reach.