Doctors Doctors and more Doctors

Today was the visit of the doctors.  Well, only two.  This morning my child decided to scream for an hour and a half (yah fun huh?) and I suppose it was beneficial in some way because I noticed white stuff on the inside of his cheeks.  It didn’t come off, so I figured it was thrush and called the doctor.  We got an appointment for this afternoon and sure enough, its thrush. So Porter is on some kind of liquid med that we have to squirt in his mouth and rub on the inside of his cheeks.  Fun, again.  At his appointment he weighed in at 8lbs 15oz. Woah growin boy! 

I had a doctors appointment this afternoon too… 2 weeks earlier than my 6 week post partum checkup.  I’m not going into detail, lets just say there are some issues "down there" with the stitches.  I soo am adopting the next kid- this has been the crappiest recovery from delivery UGH. 

And I am totally going on Weight Watchers this week.  Katie, who’s baby is 10weeks old, just started on it last week.  She is stuck with that last 10lbs or so.  Well, according to my weight at the doctors today I’m about 17lbs away from my pre-pregnancy weight and it hasn’t budged in about a week or so.  And I’d like to actually be about 5lbs less than my pre-pregnancy so it is onto a diet I go.  Its kind of stressful- I’ve never really had to strictly "diet" in my life. Yeah, there are times I’ve eaten like a damn bird because I thought I was a heifer, but that doesn’t count.  I can’t wait until the weather is warmer and we can walk more (we got kicked out of the JCC Fieldhouse the other day- apparently babies in strollers are unsafe in there??). I think just getting more physically active will help, but how the hell is that possible when I’m exhausted by the end of the day and its cold as the freakin South Pole outside?

Back to the baby…

Porter is being a total crankster today.  Sunday I decided to put him on a schedule because Fri and Sat. night he decided he didn’t want to sleep in his bed- he wanted to be up and awake.  So we went on a schedule which almost resulted in a tragedy. See, Kim informed me how well the schedule worked for Morgan, so I got the lowdown on how to get started on a schedule.  Well, I just assumed that "waking him up for feedings" meant all through the night too.  The first night of his "schedule" we didn’t wake up to get him up and he ate at 10pm, woke up to eat at 2am and then again at 7am.  (I had "scheduled" his feedings at 1, 4, 7 and 10 around the clock).  So I emailed Kim, frantic about what to do on the next night- do I let him trade the 1am and 4am feedings for the 2am feeding or do I wake him up?  She wrote back and said "QUOTE" 

"Oh no, I forgot to tell you the most important part! You only wake them in the day! LMAO.  OK, I’m nearly peeing my pants laughing about the thought that you were going to wake him because of me! I’m so sorry! Next time I will give you all the details!!!  LOL Poor you, I’m SO glad you asked! Porter might have been 6 years old and you could have still been waking him to eat! LOL "

Yes, Kim, I probably would have been still waking him up at 6 years old HAHA!  So, anyway, we got that all figured out. Porter seemed to take to the night schedule.  Last night he ate at 10pm, and woke up at 1:30am. I brought him to bed for 30min until his 2am feeding.  Then he went back to his bed after that and woke at 5am.  I again brought him to bed with me and he slept until his 7am feeding.  Hopefully he’ll get in the routine and only wake to eat instead of a little early. 

Back to the crankiness… ohh today I’ve been about ready to trade him in…. or leave him in the produce aisle of the grocery store.  My word the boy is driving us nuts. I hope he is just having a bad day and not getting colicky.  He cried for over an hour this morning, and was pretty much inconsolable.  He didn’t want to rock, didn’t want to sway, didn’t want to talk to his mother, didn’t want to swing or sit in his boppy and he didn’t want his pacifier. I finally put him in his swing and locked myself in the bathroom to take a bath and a shower.  He finally fell asleep.  And tonight he’s been cranky too.  Ryan just shut him in his bedroom.  I don’t know if his stomach hurts or if he’s just cranky or what.  But its driving us crazy.  Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.