Age: 7 Weeks, 4 days
the face(s) you are seeing above are not just any regular 'smiley baby' snapshots. nope, these are much, much more than that. these are 'smiley baby after finally releasing a decent sizable mustard poop after not pooping for 36+ hours'. for those of you that aren't parents, yr probably thinking, 'gross, tmi, dude.' for those of you that are parents, you can most likely relate. holdie was normally on a regular schedule, giving us the joy of mustard yellow diapers 2-3 times a day, up until last week, when he decided to throw us for a loop with an every other day dump. 'is he constipated? do we need to take him to the doctor? give him gas drops! gripe water! bicycle legs! tummy massage! why won't he poop?? he won't stop crying!' fun stuff. with the help of my friend google, (seriously i don't know how moms mommed before google), i discovered it's actually pretty normal for a baby to only have bowel movements every other day or two. it just meant more crying and discomfort for my little gas bomb. so after an evening of hectic baby gas workouts, (my 'luxury tub time' was spent to the soundtrack of my husband's high pitched child coaching vocals creaking, 'one one one, holdie get it done! instructional sheeting poop youtube video, cmon holdie, one one one, get it done!' as he raced to get my son to stretch his legs to his tummy to release the gas. that's totally normal).
so while we had another successful 8pm bedtime last nite, sir holden decided to wake up EVERY two hours on the dot, wailing (not so cute this time - eyes were NOT closed), to feed and not so gently inform me he was still in discomfort. this morning, he woke me up for good around 8 or so, SCREAMING. i sucked whatever tiny blockages of snot he had out of his nose using this creepy swedish nose tub thing (nosefrida, i think?), used saline in case he was stuffed up - no dice. dosed the bugger with 2.5 oz of gripe water - (he still griped). mad biking action. burp hugs (my FAVORITE method of burping - just hug him! and blech!) even if it doesn't work, i get hugs. it's the best. finally, after we got dressed and washed his face at least 14 times - (gripe water is mad sticky, yo - and cat hairs? gross), we tried to feed for the umpteenth time and voila! the worst, foul smelling holdie poop and wet splosion sounds erupted in his little green romper. he pooped. and i changed him. and he kept giving me the hammiest poop grins (see above), i've seen to date. these weren't the typical 'i'm so happy i'm cute and trying to please you, mommy' smiles, but 'yeaaaaah - i crapped. this rules.'
so there's the update on my son's bowels i'm sure you've all been anxiously awaiting.
motherhood rules.
tomorrow is the fourth of july. i've never really been one to celebrate murica's independence (either because of work restrictions, or just never really been one for huge crowds), but last year i really enjoyed getting out to see the fireworks at winnemac park, just down the street from our apartment with vincent. this year, obviously, fireworks will be on display after h's bedtime, and would scare the dickens out of him, so i bought a package of jalapeno chicken sausages and ruffled chips from trader joe's for vin and my 'celebration.' maybe we'll even split a sixer? (but that would be bold, bc mommy only has a 2 drink max these days). might see some girlfriends tomorrow, hopefully holdie will behave and not freak the fuck out and scare them away. (he has a tendency to do that).
well, the mister is currently in his vibrating chair and i now am hearing an erupting chains of farts, some possibly wet. so he's def keeping on today's theme. he's looking at me like this, so i think it's time for me to sign off today. . .
aaand - sidenote: the face above is the face one makes when they realized they've experienced their first 'blowout,' aka - 'oops i crapped my pants' (literally). or in holdie's case, romper. mommy has never been more impressed/horrified. huggie's '12 hour protection sealant', my ass.
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