Pooh Nightlight

H's mom gave J a Pooh-bear nightlite. It is adorable. When you squeeze its tummy, the face lights up and it plays an assortment of children's songs with nature sounds in the background. It is currently one of J's favorite toys. When he is upset, we squeeze the Pooh-bear's tummy and J just gets completely mesmerized!

So I thought I should post this pic of J with one of his favorite toys ever.



We don't actually let him sleep with his stuffed animals just yet, but we let him cuddle them until he falls asleep, and then take them away. We're a bit nervous about putting stuff in the bassinet with such a little guy.

Jazz and Jive - Ah, Cats!

Having fallen asleep after eating a maple pecan danish from Tim Horton's (mmmm), I awoke half an hour later to a soft thud. I looked down and saw Jazz on the floor. She had fallen off the bed. Seems she was temporarily blinded by the Tim Horton's bag she was wearing over her entire head.

Meanwhile, earlier this morning, Jive, apparently very hungry because he hadn't been fed yet, suddenly and without warning leaped at and climbed the side of J's bassinet, wrapped his little clawed feet around the side, hung there suspended in the air, and peered inside at J with a look on his face that decidedly said "Kibble?". T chased him out of the room.

Six Hours of Uninterrupted Sleep

It's blissful!

J refused to nap at all yesterday. I tried to put him down to sleep at his usual times, but he would have none of it. He was quite unhappy (probably because he was tired!) and he cried quite a bit. It was a tough day.

But it all balanced out in the end - proof, at least in my warped little mind, that karma does indeed exist.We gave him his bath before he went to bed last night. (He still hates baths, and he cried lots after he was done. More than usual, I'd say.) Then we got him ready for bed and settled in his little bassinet around midnight (what a night owl baby we have). And he did not wake up for his 4 a.m. feed and diaper change!! Usually, you could set your watch by him at the 4 a.m. feed. So when I woke up at 5 a.m., I got quite panicky. But he was fine - just sleeping soundly. He woke up at 6:00.

What a wonderful baby!

He's back in his bassinet now. I must return to try and sleep. Who knows what he'll permit me to do today? The baby is always in control.

Look What J Can Do Now!

Here is a shot of J on his changetable. Isn't he impressive?


Yes indeed. Just two months old, and already pushing himself up like that. What a strong little boy we have!

The Evil Medicentre

I just got back from the Medicentre. Despite my 9:00 arrival, right when they opened, there were already 7 people waiting to get in ahead of us. So roughly 2 hours later, we were seen.

The good news is that I managed to get the lactation referral. The bad news is that I had to argue to even get that much, and I couldn't get the referral to the oral surgeon. Perhaps the lactation specialists will refer us.

I am once more unimpressed with the Medicentre. I told the doctor about J having problems latching on and getting enough milk, and I told him that we had begun supplementing with bottles of pumped milk so that he could get more into him, and I told him that it was painful to breastfeed, and I told him that J becomes frustrated and then bites and badly bruises me. His answer? He said that as long as I was pumping and feeding J the expressed milk, that was sufficient! My answer? "Not to me, it isn't."

He also confirmed that J is tongue-tied (I don't think I would have believed a Medicentre doctor if I hadn't heard it from the community health nurse already), but he said that he didn't think it was "that bad" a case, and J may be able to "overcome it". I don't want him to have to overcome it! Especially not when the procedure that corrects it is so incredibly simple (and he even confirmed that is the case). I mean, if it were a complex and dangerous procedure, that would be another story entirely. But this is just a little tiny snip with the scissors. They don't even anesthetize first. It's very basic.

Anyway, I will make my peace with getting one referral at a time. I will get to go to the lactation consultants. They can always refer us to a doctor to correct the tongue-tie at that time.

I have been baptized

J rocket-pooed me this morning.

We are actually not having the best morning so far. At both his 4:00 a.m. feedings and this most recent feed, he got frustrated and bit me. Man does that hurt! And I don't think he even got enough milk from either feed. After this most recent feeding, I went to change his diaper. He peed on himself and all over his sleeper, so I decided to get him dressed for the day. He then started spitting up (fortunately, I now just keep a burp cloth under his head during diaper changes, so it didn't get in his hair this time around). I dealt with some of the spit up, then returned to the diaper change. Had his diaper off, new diaper under him, and was just starting to put on his diaper cream, and that was when it happened. Rocket-poo!

We're all cleaned up now, and J is in his bassinet where he is happy. I'm about to grab him so we can get to the Medicentre when they open at 9:00 and avoid a long wait. Neither J's pediatrician nor my GP can see him before July 8, and that's just too far away when he's having feeding difficulties like this. So off I go, to the Medicentre's (somewhat questionable, in my opinion) doctors, to ask for a lactation referral. This time, I'm also going to try for a referral to an oral surgeon who may be able to treat J's tongue tie.

I have concluded that all the best doctors are not taking new patients and are overbooked, so you cannot see them when you need to. It's a shame that when we really need a doctor right away, we have to go to someone who's (maybe) not as good. When I really need a doctor right away, that's when the really good doctor would actually be handy.

Backdated

Today is June 14. Someone phoned me today to ask that we not take his May 24 payment out of his account. But TODAY IS JUNE 14!!!

Perhaps he meant next May.

Three Little Babes

Here is a shot of H snuggling with his "three babies". I love this!!


Also, a closeup with just J. Isn't he cute here?


I just had to share that.

All "Pooh-ed" Out

As parents, we are mere pawns, catering to the merciless whims of "Disney".




The J is sleeping in his bassinet, lined with a Classic Pooh receiving blanket from Winners. He wears a blue and green pantsuit with a large Tigger in the corner, a gift from my brother, R, and his wife, C. He also sports a Pooh Bear bib, courtesy of the lovely Miss Dottie P., along with the matching hat and booties that we purchased from Zellers. His ensemble is completed with a Tigger soother. The Pooh Bear and Tigger beanies, from my sister, J, add the finishing touch to these lovely shots, don't you think?

Babies don't know from gravity

J's kingdom of pukedom has been improving over time. He no longer spits up anywhere near as much. But sometimes, he just lets it out, and it's absolutely unbelievable! Today, I kid you not, he puked in an upward direction. It was a milk arc, and it got all over his face, in his eyes and all through his hair. He then had a nice bath. He hates baths, but they are necessary.

He is screaming now from the after-effects. We're going to go for a walk through the neighborhood and see if that makes him happy. I sure hope so.