22 posts tagged “peyton”
This is just a sample of what I have to sift through to find decent shots of J.
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I'm living on a strict diet of water and cough drops lately. Not that tastey.
So, yesterday we took the boys to see Santa. J played shy at first, but got over it pretty quick like. Walmart took pictures, and then I took a couple of my own as well. I planned on just taking my memory card back and printing them at the photo lab, but when I got back there and put it in the computer, all that came up was these little boxes of fuzz. I started to freak out thinking something was wrong with my camera or card, but then I realized I'd taken the pictures in RAW and their computer doesn't read RAW. Good job, Nicole. I'll learn to look before I shoot one of these days.
After we got home I buzzed Tyler's head, but he wouldn't let me shave his beard off. My husband officially looks like 'That Creepy Neighbor Guy' with a buzzed head and big bushy beard. Don't ask me why.
Last night was Tyler's work Christmas party. Boring as usual, but the place that caters is AWESOME. Seriously, I eat so much that I'm stuffed, but I still want to go back for more because it is THAT good. Tyler won a little Santa cookie jar during their little gift exchange thing. It's actually kind of cute.
When his work party was over we picked the boys up and went over to a friend's house. Several of the guys Tyler works get together and play poker. Nothing too thrilling there either, but it was kind of nice to be out of the house for a bit.
My mom and sister watched P while I buzzed Tyler's head (J was sleeping) and when I went down to drop J off before the Christmas party, Mom told me she thinks P may be teething. I'd noticed him drooling a lot, and she said he fussed the whole time he was there and the only thing that calmed him was chewing on his or my sister's fingers. PLEASE DO NOT LET HIM BE TEETHING! First of all, he's too young :( and second of all, I don't know if I could handle going straight from colic to teething. I might just snap.
We found Santa. Don't know why the picture of P is so blurry.
P turned 2 months last Wednesday. I cannot believe how time has flown. It seems like just yesterday I was heading through the hospital door with enough crap in my arms they thought I was permanently moving in. And now he's all smiling and growing and ... *sigh*
Today he had his 2 month shots, and he handled them like a pro. As with J before, I could not hold him during the actual process, Tyler had to. J and I sat across the room, both of us fighting tears when P started screaming after the first shot. J turned to me and said, "Hurts Peyton!" with tears in his eyes. What a big bro!
His next appointment is the 29th at 3 months. I'm curious about his weight gain. The first month he was gaining about half a pound a week, but from week 4 to week 6 he only gained about 4 ounces, so I'm curious to see if he's continued with the slow weight gain or not.
The colic seems to be slowly getting better. For the most part he sleeps decent at night, and has long content periods during the day. Today I even had him cackling before his shots. It's so nice to see him smiling and laughing after nearly two months of pure screaming. He's even starting to let me cuddle him now. I can't even begin to tell you how hard it is to cuddle a screaming, rigid-bodied baby.
I'm kind of sad that we haven't had any professional pictures of P done yet. As much as I love taking pictures, I'd like to have at least one set of professionals to compare with J's. But money is just so tight this time of year (whose idea was it to make property taxes due 5 days before Christmas?!) and so they'll have to wait a bit longer. I feel bad because with J money was tight but I still managed to get pro pictures taken every few months the first year and every six months after that. We haven't had any professional pictures done since April with my Smile Savers plan ran out at Sears.
In other news, J and I made a Christmas countdown chain yesterday. I'm not sure how much he understands about Christmas, so I'm doing what I can to get him all excited about it. We're going to make a tree topper and door hanging, too, as soon as I get some new markers and glue. I thought I had all of this stuff hanging around, but apparently not.
I have so very little Christmas shopping done that it's not even funny. I've got a V-Smile, Hot Wheels set, and Christmas jammies for J, a Bod body spray set for my cousin, and that's it. Tyler's older two nephews are getting wood letters to paint, and other than that I don't even know what to get anyone. Money is super tight, as mentioned, so no one is getting anything too spectacular. I wanted to do homemade gifts, but I didn't get started as early as I wanted to.
Tyler missed work last night with the flu, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that no one else gets it. J and I have both been sniffly for days, but that's as far as it has gone.
Tyler has to make up the work he missed on Friday night, which sucks, but necessary. His Christmas party at work is this weekend, and I'm actually excited. Weird, I know, but the place they have cater is amazing. I could care less about the rest of the party as long as they keep having the same place cater. Tyler wants to go out to his buddy's afterwards to play cards, but I will probably end up back home with the boys. I'm still not comfortable leaving P with anyone for too long, and since my sister will probably babysit and she's not too comfortable trying to take care of P during his fussy periods ... it is better that I skip the poker playing.
A P picture and then I'm out. It is a lovely angle, I know, but I had to be fast to catch the smile. He's a quick little bug.
Around 2 and a half to 3 weeks Peyton started having his 'witching hour'. Anytime after 10pm and before 2am he'd start fussing, and anywhere from 2-3 hours later he'd be screaming bloody murder. In that time he'd eat anywhere from 3-5 additional ounces, even if he'd just eaten an hour or so before. I'd change his diaper multiple times. I'd rock him. I'd bounce him. I'd wrap him up. I'd put him down. I tried the swing, the bouncy seat, the pacifier. And after hour four, I'd put him in the bassinet and lock myself in the bathroom and cry. A good ten or fifteen minutes, and I'd pick him up and start the whole process over again.
I didn't tell anyone. What kind of mother cannot comfort her own baby? During those four or more hours a night I'd sit there and wonder what I'd done that my baby hated me so bad. I'd think horrible things about how I didn't know if I could take it any longer. I'd plead with him to just stop crying. I'd make promises about how I'd take him to the zoo and Disneyland, etc. when he was older. I'd wonder why Jonathan was such an easy baby, but Peyton was so miserable. I'd think to myself, why can't he just stop?
I finally said something to my mom who, at first, I know thought I was exaggerating. But after the first two weeks, when the circles under my eyes got darker and darker, I finally agreed to make an appointment with Dr. L. That was when we started looking into the reflux. Dr. L prescribed Zantac, and I hoped upon hope that this would help with the nonstop screaming. It did nothing but make his spitting up even worse. Back to the doctor we went, and it was decided then that he's an otherwise perfectly healthy baby. Just ... fussy.
If you've ever had to sit and listen to your baby cry without being able to comfort them, you know how hard it is and how helpless it makes you feel. Now, imagine that feeling for several hours a day, everyday. And it currently shows no sign of letting up. The only change for the better that I've seen so far is that he's moved to fussing during the day and actually sleeping through most of the night.
I remember thinking of colic as something that I'd never have to worry about. Jonathan was such a happy, easy baby, so Peyton should be, too. And hopefully he'll out-grow it and become a happy baby.
In other news, my 'baby' sister and I went out on Sunday afternoon and were scouting different places to take pictures. We found this old bridge (I swore it was there, dad told me they replaced them all) and were playing around on it. I didn't get any great pictures, but one or two turned around decent.
10 lbs 11 oz
24 inches long
Tomorrow is going to be a very long day. The old man that I lived next door to for about 19 years passed away, and his funeral services are at 10:30. It's like losing a grandparent in a way. He always referred to my sisters and me as Big Peanut, Middle Peanut, and Little Peanut. He always had those butterscotch candies. He always told us he was going to take our cats and make catburgers out of them. And, of course, there's the horseradish. He and his wife have been living in assisted living for the last couple of years, and I am realizing now how bad I was about getting over to see them. I really should have been better about it.
Immediately after the services my youngest sister is going with me to do family pictures for a friend. I was pretty excited about this at first, but then I found out that said friend expects me to do this for free. I'm afraid I'm going to have to be a bitch about it. I'll take the pictures for free, but I'd better see some $$ before she's getting them. Normally it wouldn't be such a big deal, but she's also a friend of my sister-in-law and she tried to set it up so that sister-in-law could see Peyton without apologizing to me. I nipped that one pretty quick. They thought they had out-smarted me.
That night the band I am doing the website for is playing at a local bar, and I am going to go over to get some pictures of them playing and possibly some sound samples of them.
In other news, Peyton is six weeks old today. How is that even possible? His six week checkup isn't until Tuesday, but I'm going to say he's most likely right at, or just under, 12 pounds. All the kid does is eat and sleep (and cry, but that's another story). I'll have to talk to Dr. L about getting him some different meds for his reflux, because the Zantac doesn't seem to be doing anything.
Peyton is now one month old. How we got here this fast ... I'll never know.
I had him back at the doctor's office on Friday for tummy troubles. I had done everything I could think of; cutting out specific foods from my diet, Mylicon drops, etc., but my baby still had a very upset tummy. Dr. L (who was already back at work, even if he was gimping around) thinks he might have reflux, so P's now on Zantac twice a day. So far, we've had a hard time keeping it down, so it is hard to tell if it is working or not. Dr. L said that if there's no improvement by the time we need to refill the prescription, to bring him back and we'll look into something else. This scares me because there's a good chance that he simply cannot digest breastmilk properly, which would most likely mean we'd have to switch to one type of expensive specialty formula or another. It is rare that a baby has trouble with breastmilk, so I'm hoping that's not the case. But at the same time if that isn't the problem, then it could be something even more serious, which obviously I don't want. I'm just torn over the whole situation and want my baby to feel better.
P was weighed at the clinic. Despite his tummy troubles, kiddo has had NO trouble putting on weight. A rundown:
Birth: 8lbs 10oz
Release: 7lbs 15.9oz
1 Week: 8lbs 9.5oz
2 Week: 9lbs 4oz
4 Week: 10lbs 7oz
Yes, he's up over 10 pounds. I knew he was getting heavier, but dang. At this rate he'll have doubled his birth weight by Thanksgiving ;)
