How time flies

So uh, whoops, it's been a while. Let's get this rebooted by talking about poop. Owen's got this new schedule - he'll go 1-2 days without pooping at all, and then poop every hour for a day. The poor guy is just miserable during the constipation phase, and all smiles during the...ummm...cleansing phase. And it certainly keeps me busy!

In the last few weeks, Owen has really started interacting with the world more. He loves his playmat and has been reaching for toys. The other morning, he got all crazy for his pumpkin bib, and was happy as a clam when Adam handed it to him. He still loves to look at blinds, but other things are really starting to catch his attention now.

Like the sourdough recipe.

 He's got this great laugh. When he laughs in his sleep, it's this cute little giggle, but when he's awake - it's hard to describe - it's like a really loud inhale. Makes me think of Inward Singing.


I'm now in my third week back to work. Let me say, it has not been easy. I'm not working full time, but even still it can be tough to find the time to work around taking care of Owen. His morning nap tends to be pretty long and solid, but the afternoon is really a mess (especially if we're in one of the poop-every-hour days, heh). I am getting pretty good at typing one-handed though - I do a lot of coding out loud while I breastfeed, it's just as good as a book :)

Ah, and important stuff. Owen saw the cardiologist today, a follow-up since he had a patent ductus arteriosus. He has turbulence in the left branch of his heart, but it is very mild. The plan is just to check it again in six months. If it doesn't get better, the treatment is to inflate the vessels with a balloon, but the doctor seemed very confident that it will take care of itself. Owen absolutely charmed the nurse - he was all smiles and curiosity. At least, until the chest ultrasound - that was, in his opinion, the worst thing that ever happened, ever.

Oh and, he's up to 12.5 pounds. What a porker! As promised, here's Owen growing BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES!

Twas the Night Before Work

And all through the bedroom
A baby's stomach was rumbling, then all at once, a kaboom!

The diapers were stacked in the closet with care,
I hoped this butt explosion didn't mess up the chair.

Owen had been nestled all snug in my lap,
But visions of bottles couldn't hold off this crap.
With Adam in bed, and I in the nursery,
I'd hoped for a simple feeding at a quarter past three.

But out of Owen's butt arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the rocking chair to avoid the yellow matter.
Away to the changing table I flew with great haste,
Tore open the pj's and cleaned up the waste.

The moon shone softly through the bedroom window,
Back to bed! I thought, alas, but no.
When, what to my wondering ears should appear,
But another explosion! His insides were really in gear.

With a big bold odor, so lively and vast,
I thought for a moment it must be the last.
Oh so rapidly this diaper I changed,
And I whistled, and grimaced, and quietly sang:

"Now Owen! now, booty! now, stinky butt baby!
On wipe! On diaper! On pj's and blankie!
Back to our beds! Back to slumber with ease!
Now poop no more! Poop no more! Poop no more please!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard from my son
The gurgles that meant that he wasn't yet done.
As I wondered why this shift had to be me,
Out of my kidlet came poop number three.

He clearly felt better, and was proud of himself,
And I laughed as I changed him, in spite of myself!
Being thrice diapered and his tummy empty,
It was time to finish this early morning feed.

I fed him, put him down, and kissed his little head,
Then wearily dragged myself back to bed.
When my head hit the pillow, the alarm gave its warning:
"Happy first day back to work, and to all a good morning!"