Friday, May 30, 2003
I get the hiccups a lot, usually at least once a day. Today I was lying on my lambskin hiccuping away when Oskar came over and rested his head on my stomach. Each time I hiccuped, my belly pushed his head up and he chortled hysterically. It was okay the first five times but after that I got a bit sick of it, especially when he started to push his head down harder into my tummy. He really wasn't very nice to me today. He hit me several times, and even kicked me right in front of Mummy. The last thing he did was to slap me on the cheek and that one hurt. But just before he slapped me, he kissed me on the forehead. I don't get it.
Thursday, May 29, 2003
I am the burping Queen. I can do the most impressive burps. The long, drawn out one is my specialty, although I can do the short, sharp burp and the gurgly burp very well too. I do really need to burp though. If I don't and I'm put down on my back, I invariably vomit. That's not much fun because it runs down my cheeks and forms a pool under my head. Then I have to lie in it until Mum or Dad notice that it's there.
On a positive note, I am now making some really great sounds. Instead of just crying, I can go, "oooh," and "aiyaaa," and "eeeh." I also do a good snort and snuffle. Plus I also make really good fart noises, but I won't describe them.
Sunday, May 25, 2003
I seem to be mistiming my lunchtime feed. For the last few days I've wanted a drink at the same time that Mum has had her lunch. Even though I'm a very quick drinker, Mummy hasn't troubled herself to wait for me to finish. As a result I've ended up being dripped with balsamic vinegar, had tomato bounce off me on it's way to the floor, and got crumbs in my ear. That's while I'm being held with one arm and squashed against the dining table. Not much fun.
Thursday, May 22, 2003
Oskar amused himself this arvo by pulling out my dummy and then putting it back in my mouth again. He thought it was hilarious but I wasn't so impressed. I'm still not sure about the dummy. Most of the time it works its way out of my mouth anyway, so it doesn't seem to serve much purpose when that happens. I think I'd rather be cuddled and patted to sleep than have the dummy poked in my mouth to keep me quiet.
A couple of days ago, Mummy, Oskar and I went to visit some friends who'd had a new baby. I got to meet Alice at 5 days old and suddenly felt very big. I've grown a lot in six weeks. I tried to sleep while we were there but Oskar and Tom screeched up and down the room and made so much noise that sleep was impossible. I lay in my pram just looking about, but felt way overtired by the time we got home.
I don't know what's going on with my tummy lately, but I keep vomiting. I used to just overflow a bit here and there, but now a whole lot more keeps coming up. Even three hours after a feed. Then it's really horrible once it's been in my tummy that long. I hope it settles down soon because having to get changed a couple of times a day is really tiresome. And I think Mum and Dad are getting sick of having wet patches on their shoulders...
Oskar was cute earlier. He'd been out and when he came home he gave me a cuddle and then picked up a cloth and dabbed my mouth with it. Guess he's been watching Mum and Dad.
Monday, May 19, 2003
Oskar, Daddy and I had a shower together this evening. Mummy tried to talk Daddy out of it but he took me anyway. I didn't know what was coming so I just went along with it. Well I really enjoyed the experience. I snuggled into Daddy's chest and when I felt that I was slipping I just grabbed hold of his chest hair. The water splashed down on my back and felt wonderful. Oskar was playing around below me and it was a nice family moment. Daddy passed me out to Mummy who wrapped me in a towel and wiped the water out of my eyes. Some clothes and a good feed later, I was feeling very content.
Saturday, May 17, 2003
I managed an impressive projectile vomit this morning. There was a deep rumble from my tummy, then a pause, and out it came. Straight out from my mouth and across the bed, to land on the floor, neatly between Mummy's boots. Luckily I was sitting up when it happened. I'd just had a feed that I gulped down since I was so hungry. Mind you I didn't have much choice because the milk was flowing kind of quickly. But I did sleep longer between feeds last night. My night feed was at 9pm, then I didn't wake until 1.45am and again at 6.45am. I woke feeling pretty good apart from being a bit burpy.
I was tired from a big day out yesterday. Mummy and I went out with Granny in the morning and didn't get back until dinner time. That's the longest I've ever been away from home. So I slept in the car and the pram and tried to sleep in Mummy's arms, but that wasn't too successful. Granny had to take me for a walk to calm me down after I'd been wailing for quite a while. We walked under lots of beautiful trees and I gazed up at them, fascinated. As soon as Mummy found us I started crying again. Nothing personal, I just felt like a cry. I think I needed some space to just loll about a bit.
Hopefully today I can have some peaceful time looking at my favourite pictures. I know Oskar is going to Nan and Grandad's this arvo, so I can lie on the floor without fear of being stomped on or hit. This morning he kissed me on the forehead. That was very sweet. But two days ago we were in the car together and he knocked me on the forehead with his fist. He started gently at first but got progressively harder until Mum had to whack him on the leg to make him stop. By then we were both crying. I'll be happy when I can actually move out of his way, but I think that's a while off...
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
Today I had a special hearing test done (an ABR or Auditory Brainstem Response), to check that my ears are doing their job. I was referred to have the test done since there's a family history of deafness. A lady wiped my head with cold, smelly stuff and stuck electrodes onto my skin. Then I fell asleep in Daddy's arms. It was all pretty easy really. Everything was fine, my hearing is normal, but I new that. Oskar has yelled into both ears at close range and I can still hear, so that has to be good.
I'm sleeping a bit better now. I'm falling asleep more easily and am sleeping for one to two hours at a time during the day and about 4 at night. Thankfully my bottom is healing up well. Maybe it was keeping me awake and making me cry when it was very sore. I don't know really, maybe I just needed to cry. Mum and Dad have been giving me the dummy a bit, but I'm not very good at sucking on it. It keeps popping out of my mouth. But it does distract me and I forget that I was crying for a while.
Oskar trod on me a couple of days ago. He just seemed to not notice that I was lying right in his path, and walked straight on to me. Luckily he landed on my leg and not my belly; that could have been painful. Then he thought it was a great joke to pretend to keep stepping on me. I didn't think it was so funny. He got closer and closer until Mummy had to yank him off me. And then he threw a tantrum...sheesh.
Friday, May 09, 2003
I've been crying a lot over the last week. My bottom hurts and I just, well, feel like crying. A few times I've woken for a feed and Mum has been out with Oskar. Daddy's had to try to pacify me, but he's no substitute for warm milk. So I cry. And in the evening I just feel miserable and cry more. I've even ventured to try out the scream with the vibrato. That's very effective at getting Mum or Dad to pick me up. Two nights ago I think I screamed for about 3 hours. It wasn't good. Then the more they jiggled me around, the more my bottom hurt and the more I cried. I fell asleep after a late feed out of sheer exhaustion I think. Last night Dad put a dummy in my mouth. It was very nice to suck on and I fell asleep much more quickly.
I had an interesting experience yesterday. I was lying on my back having my nappy changed when I vomited. I watched this fountain of liquid rise upwards and then straight down again - into my eyes. It wasn't very nice actually but the clean up was worse since Mum wiped my face all over with a face washer and kept dabbing at my eyes. I'll try to turn my head next time.
I don't understand how Oskar feels about me. One moment he is stroking me and giving me cuddles. The next he is hitting me in the face or rolling on top of me under the guise of a big hug. But he is entertaining to watch and listen to when he's babbling on. Just as long as Mum or Dad keep a close eye on him when he's near me then all's well.
Friday, May 02, 2003
I went to see the Child Health Nurse today. I now weigh 4330 grams, so I've put on....640 grams in 10 days! It must be from the extra calories in Mum's milk as a result of all the chocolate she's eating. And on the matter of chocolate, the nurse said the rash on my bottom could be caused by Mum eating too much sugar, read: chocolate! I think she's nearly got through the 3 1/2 kilos of Haigh's that Dad bought her, so that's good news for me.
Sleeping is getting a little easier. M & D have realised that it gets quite warm in the hammock and I don't need a blanket if I'm wrapped up. I did quite a bit of yelling to that effect, but it took a little while for the message to get through. I hate to be too hot. Unless it's because I'm snuggled against a warm body, then it's okay.
I'm finding that I really need to burp after a feed. And during and preferably before as well. I get really uncomfortable if I'm lying on my back and I need to burp. It just doesn't happen unless I'm leaning over Mum's shoulder, or leaning forward somehow. Hiccups keep plaguing me too. Especially after a feed at night. It's a bit tiresome because I can't sleep when I'm hiccupping all over the place, so Mum walks around with me until they've stopped. Then we can both go back to bed. Once I've had a few more burps, that is.