Mamarati

So to take up where I left off. It was freezing cold. And only just recently did we get the furnaces completely fixed. Then we discovered that he had a cataract in his left eye, and we had to have surgery for that when he was 21 days old, during the week of Thanksgiving. He had to go under general anesthesia, he had all kinds of monitors and crap hooked up to him. It was quite the ordeal. D and I were running on fumes for sure. We were barely getting any sleep… and I was nursing him about every 2 hours around the clock, so I was exhausted. Then that same week, we found a bunch of blood in his stools. Turns out he is allergic to all the milk that I drink as it comes out in my breast milk. So we try him on Similac but he is allergic to that, then we put him on Nursoy, a soy formula and he does fine on that, then he gets his contact lens at the beginning of December. That is such a joy. Not. But it is great for him, because he can see so much better. He took to it immediately. Then D starts all this travel with his work. Not just the usual travel, travel to other states. So we have to drive Christmas night to Arkansas, and Jacob gets sick with a cold and an eye infection (in the lens eye). I have to suck his nose a half a million times a day. Carmel gets depressed at home and won’t eat. Checks aren’t being direct deposited and our checks are bouncing…….. it goes on and on.

Now, I just went to the Doctor yesterday(?) and he got his immunizations and can’t be around D’s mom for a month or she could get polio. Plus he has this condition called Hydrocele, where some tube didn’t close up prenatally, and he has testicles filled with water… and if it doesn’t clear up by the time he is a year old, we will have to have surgery for that. Lovely, eh?

And now for the good stuff (which also never ends). He is just the most precious baby in the entire universe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He is getting so big (75th percentile in both weight and height). weighs 12′5″ now, and smiles and talks to me in his little baby talk. Loves daddy’s scratchy face and silliness. Today he was pulling his head up to try and sit up, it was so neat to see him try so hard. Like he was thinking about it, and knew what he wanted to do and was trying to help himself to it.

He is sleeping through the night for the most part, takes a morning and afternoon nap, and once in a while an evening nap. He has been nursing a lot, but I am trying to get him on the bottle throughout the day, and nurse only in the early a.m. when he wakes up. It’s hard though. He wants it a lot, and prefers it over the bottle any day, and I want it a lot as well. It’s very special and comforting. Relaxing.

We both get a little tensed out over the bottle.

He is trying to sleep on the floor right now. Keeps kind of stirring when a loud truck goes by outside. I better go. I actually had things I was going to do, but that’s the story everyday. If there were 12 more hours in the day, I still couldn’t get all I needed to do done.