Hands

Phoebe is becoming increasingly aware of her hands, although she still doesn't seem able to do much with them. She likes to suck them but I'm hoping to get her to take a dummy instead. The dummy doesn't seem to be as tasty as her hands though and after a couple of sucks she seems to get this fearful expression as though she thinks she's going to choke and then she spits the dummy out. This suggests to me that she has a certain amount of conscious control over her hands and so prefers them to this strange alien object being shoved into her mouth.

I'm not too fussed about her sucking her hands versus a dummy but some of her middle of the night feeds have been very short and it occurred to me that perhaps she just needs the comfort of sucking something. I thought maybe if I give her a dummy instead of feeding her at that time that eventually we can phase out the 2-4am feed.

Often when she's on the change table, especially when she's nude, I place a small cuddly toy on her tummy so that she can feel the sensation of the fur against her skin. She will often grab the toy and cuddle it, especially if it's her teddy bear Billy-Bob. She grabs my necklace a lot too but she's always done that so I suspect it's more of a reflex. She hasn't quite mastered grabbing toys that we show her but she does reach out towards things she's interested in so I don't think it'll be too long.

She's been a bit upset this afternoon and seemed to have some wind pain or something. Most of her feeds have been short and unsettled with lots of squirming about. My boobies aren't feeling the best as a result. I have nipple vasospasm, which is where the blood vessels constrict as with Raynaud's which occurs in fingers and toes. It's intermittent but happens when my nipples get cold so when Phoebe fusses and spends a lot of the feed coming on and off the boob, the repeated exposure of the wet nipple to the air sends shooting pains down my breast. The nipple turns white and sometimes will end up purple before going back to normal. It's a bit uncomfortable but now that I know what it is I can keep it under control by drying and covering my nipple as soon as she detatches and also making sure I remember to take my vitamins as apparently B6 helps.

Phoebe is 9 weeks old today.

Smiles

Everyone loves seeing or making a baby smile and when you have a newborn people tell you that the first time your baby smiles at you makes all of the hard work and effort up to that point worth it.

But nothing can really prepare you for the feeling you get when your own little bub does look up at you and really smile. It's so different to just seeing a baby smile. It's not just a nice feeling, an "oh how cute" thought, it's an amazing feeling, an "I made this and I'm making it happy" thought, "I want you to stay like this forever" and "I want you to grow up to be amazing and healthy and happy" thoughts all at the same time.

Nothing makes me happier these days, or perhaps ever, than seeing Phoebe smile and when she looks into my eyes and smiles at me words can't describe my joy. It's the best feeling in the world and now that she's almost 9 weeks old I get to feel it every day.

Amelie

Phoebe's favourite toy is the fan. She sits or lies and watches it for ages. Toby says to her in a very loud voice "fan!" so I won't be surprised if that's the first word she says. Her favourite game is The Sitty-Uppy Game where she grabs onto my fingers and I hold her hands with my thumbs and pull her up. She is very strong and pulls herself up and always seems very pleased with herself once she gets up there. She hates getting dressed so I've started playing the Sitty-Uppy game with her whenever we have to put on clothing with buttons down the back.

Today we went to see Phoebe's new friend, Amelie, one day old baby of our friends, Scott and Lucie. She is so tiny, it's hard to believe that Little Miss was that size just 2 months ago. She has a shock of black hair. Phoebe slept through the whole thing. I hope she becomes more interested in her friend as time passes. It really wouldn't do to visit a friend and then sleep for the entire time. To be fair to her we did have a stressful time getting to the hospital. After parking in the hospital's multi-storey car-park and catching a lift to the ground floor we encountered some posters announcing the hospital shuttle bus which appeared to be waiting for us as we exited the lift. We asked if we couldn't just walk and the man told us it was a fair hike across a construction site. He said it was no bother getting the pram in the back and holding Phoebe. Alarm bells rang when we got in and he started putting his belt on.
"Do I need to wear a seat belt?" I asked.
"It's probably best as I have to go onto the road," he replied.
At that point I should have left the taxi but I didn't really register what he'd said. I was sure that we'd be driving through the construction site on hospital grounds because surely no one would actually suggest holding a two month old baby in the front seat of a car on actual roads. Phoebe got really upset and started crying whilst we fastened the seat belt and sure enough, the crazy man did go out on the actual roads. I was terrified. All I kept thinking as I held my baby close to me was that a sudden brake could cause her neck to snap. And it wasn't even that far!! Needless to say we walked on the way back but by the time we got to Lucie's room and Phoebe was fast asleep in my arms I was quite upset by the whole thing. Seeing Amelie cheered me up. She's such a beautiful little bub.



Other Wonderful Adventures that we had today consisted of going to our parenting workshop. A lady came to talk to us about childcare but it wasn't that interesting or useful. I got much more out of talking to the other mums about it. And they seemed interested in my, and another mum's, experience using cloth nappies. They seem like a nice bunch of ladies. We also went to the Bubs shop to pick up a present from my Nana and Granda. It's a cool Lamaze octopus whose 8 legs are horns, each playing a different note. Oh what fun we'll, I mean Phoebe'll have.

We swapped her Newborn Huggies for Crawler Girl Huggies yesterday and I have just put one on her for the first time. It's massive on her and comes halfway up her back.

Oh! Just quickly before I go, Dr Parsons weighed and measured Phoebe on Tuesday. She's 5.5kg which puts her in the 85th percentile for weight. She's in the 55th for length... does that make her a porker? Another baby we met today, Ruby is five days older than Phoebe but visibly larger. Her mum weighed her and she was over 7kg!!!! So Miss P isn't that big after all.

Jabs

Phoebe had her 8 week injections yesterday. The list of viruses she was immunised against is as long as her arm (with rather small text). I won't go into the palava we had regarding her Medicare card, or lack thereof, partially because I haven't already mentioned the palava I have had previously regarding completion of the Family Tax Benefit/Medicare for Newborn form. I still don't understand why those two things are on the same form. Perhaps one day I'll tell the story (damn government forms - argh!) but not for now as I'm limiting myself to five minute posts otherwise I'll never get anything done as my silence over the last two months is evidence of.

So I'm sure you're wondering how she got on yesterday. Well, she was already screaming by the time I got into the treatment room after the nurse administered an oral dose of what I assume to be the polio vaccination. Then her doctor joined us and stuck a needle in her right leg whilst the nurse simultaneously stuck a needle in her left leg. It was over within a few seconds and I was very impressed. They then left me alone in the room to give her a feed and some panadol (paracetemol). She calmed down immediately. For the rest of the day she was a bit more sensitive than usual and needed lots of cuddles and we spoiled her, let her fall asleep in the sling whilst we were having dinner. She's been quite spewey since, including one spectacular milky spewplosion after I administered her second dose of panadol at bedtime. She slept for almost 8 hours that night!!! I fed her at about 6.30pm and she didn't wake for a feed until 2.45am!!

Tonight we went out for dinner with my parents whilst my grandparents stayed home with Phoebe. It's the first time we've been out without her. I had expressed some milk this morning as she fell asleep after only one booby despite having gone almost 8 hours between feeds. Could this be a sign of her sleeping through the night? Probably not but it did mean that Nana could feed her if necessary. It wasn't necessary though. We settled her around 7.45 and got home around 10.30 and she hadn't stirred during that time.

She is being thoroughly spoiled by my family... but my time is up and I must stop writing. I'll be back tomorrow with more on The Wonderful Adventures of Phoebe Valentine. Lucie and Scott's baby was born this morning so one of tomorrow's adventures will be Phoebe's first encounter with little Amelie Bradley.

Where did the time go? (6 weeks post-partum)

I am horrified that almost 6 weeks have passed since the birth and I have failed to make any diary entries, other than that initial one. I envisaged doing at least one a week, preferably one short one a day.

Phoebe has changed so much in the last few weeks. She's getting much bigger, is having slightly longer periods of wakefulness, is following things with her eyes, clearly recognises me and, the piece de resistance, she now smiles!

Here's a brief rundown of the major things people like to ask about babies:

Weight: For the first couple of weeks after her birth she was weighed regularly and at 3 weeks she weighed 4.59kg (about 10lb) with her nappy on and in the 10 days after leaving hospital she was gaining approximately 48g per day. 

Feeding: She is fully breastfed, which is a lovely experience if a little demanding at times, and she has even taken a couple of bottles of expressed milk. However, she never seems to drink that much and I suspect she is just taking the edge off her hunger until she gets offered the breast again, which apparently a lot of babies do. I waited a month before I started expressing and use a manual pump that my sister gave me. It works fine for us. She has a Green-to-Grow bottle (which doesn't have all those nasty plastics in it) with an elongated nipple, which apparently is what you want when you're breastfeeding. She doesn't eat or drink anything other than breast milk and probably won't until she's 5 or 6 months old.

Sleeping: We have successfully managed to teach Phoebe the difference between night and day, primarily by keeping the room dark when she wakes for feeds at night. We switch on the light in the walk-in robe rather than one of the lights in the room. I don't talk to her when I feed her at night and I only change her nappy if it is wet or dirty. When I take her to the nursery to change her we only have dimmed lights on in the house. After feeding and changing she is swaddled and laid back in her cot. Usually she goes straight back to sleep but sometimes she lies and squirms and grunts for a while. She rarely cries but if she does we just pick her up and resettle her. 

She sleeps for between 20 minutes and 2 or 3 hours during the day and at night she'll usually have about 3 or 4 hours between feeds, sometimes up to 5 1/2. This means that I'm usually getting up twice to feed her but because she's an efficient feeder and low maintenance I'm generally back in bed within about 40 minutes so I'm not too tired really.

She usually has one unsettled period a day although these are becoming less frequent. This usually means that she doesn't fall straight back to sleep when we swaddle her and put her in her cot and we have to keep going in, picking her up until she stops crying and laying her back down again. Since we bought a CD player for the bedroom, on which we play the white noise tracks from the Sounds For Silence CD, she's been a lot easier to settle. Before that we were using Tracy Hogg's Shush-pat method, now we just have to pat. Ocassionally we can't settle her, or we're too tired to persevere and she ends up in a sling, watching us going about our business before falling asleep. The sling is immensely useful when out and about. If she gets tired during a gathering she can't fall asleep as she's looking around too much so I bung her in the sling so she can't see anything and she falls asleep. I take it everywhere and I think it's probably the best value purchase we've made.

Routine: We have a very vague baby-led routine, which I think is probably unavoidable when breastfeeding. Basically, the entire day is structured around when Phoebe is hungry. She has a feed, then she has activity time, based upon the Baby Whisperer's (and others) Eat, Activity, Sleep, You (EASY) routine. After a feed she usually has her nappy changed and we'll have a bit of botty time on the change table, nudie time if it's morning and she's getting dressed. Then she'll have a bit of tummy time, prescribed by Auntie Margie, the child physio, who Phoebe saw about her hips and foot but was more concerned over a slight flatness on the side of her head. She said it demonstrated a preference to lie with the head turned to one side, which can cause stiffness in the neck. Her head isn't so flat these days, nor does she seem to favour that one side so I'm being a bit less insistent on the tummy time. 

She also likes to spend a bit of time on her activity mat, which is quite a recent development. She likes looking at her reflection in the mirror which hangs from the centre. If I have things I need to get on with, such as getting ready to go out, I'll put her in the swing. She wasn't very impressed with this until recently and now she'll sit and stare at her reflection in the mirror above her. She's such a vain child, but I can't really blame her as she is rather lovely to look at.

After her evening feed Toby and I bath her together and this is without a doubt our favourite time of day. It's really the only time we spend as a family doing the same thing together and Phoebe loves her baths so it's a fun time too, rather than just being another chore. I had a bath the other night and Phoebe ended up getting in with me. Toby decided it looked like so much fun that he got in too but usually we bath Phoebe in a baby bath on a stand.

Nappies and poos: For the first couple of weeks we used disposables but now we are almost full time cloth nappy users. It took a while to get my head around all the different types of MCN (modern cloth nappy) and we are using a few different types, some all-in-ones, some flats (bamboo rather than terry as they're slimmer and more absorbent), and some fitteds that require a cover but will last her for as long as she needs to wear nappies. We usually take disposables out with us and have them as a back-up in case we get behind on our washing. We'll also use them if we go away for the weekend so we don't have to cart back a whole load of dirty nappies. We find the cloth just as good as the disposables in terms of leakages and they seem to be better for her skin. She always looks a little red after wearing a disposable.

It is a bit of extra work but it's not too bad really. When we change her we stick the dirty nappy and wipes (we use cloth wipes too) into a bucket with a lid. Every second day, when the bucket is full, we rinse all the poo off the nappies and microfibre liners (brilliant for drawing wee away from her skin and catching poo... it comes off the liners so easily). Her poos are still quite runny but when they're a bit more solid we'll just tip them down the toilet. We then wash the lot in the washing machine first thing in the morning or overnight and hang them out the next day. We have had a lot of rain so we sometimes hang them indoors or stick them in the dryer but on the line is best as the sun gets rid of any stains, although it can make the nappies stiff.

Poosplosions, we've had a few. Some have come straight out of the top or leg of the nappy resulting in a pootastrophe. We've had a pooclear missile shot straight down the leg of a nappy onto the leather sofa (thank god we got leather), I've had another squirted onto my brand new white vest, Toby had one deposited onto his work shirt during a lunchtime gathering in the park and he also witnessed an extremely impressive projectile poo from the change table to the wall of the nursery. Nice! Oh yeah and we've had the occasional leakage on our bed covers too during my lazy morning feeds. It's all part of the baby experience.

My funny Valentine

Well, as everyone who reads this blog will already know, at 3.30pm (AEST) on 14th February 2009 my beautiful daughter Phoebe finally made her way into the world, with a little yelp of surprise. It was a long labour but that little cry convinced me that she'd been completely oblivious to the whole event, her heart rate remaining a healthy and constant 130 beats per minute, no matter what her poor mother was going through.

Toby and I are absolutely smitten with our gorgeous little girl. I just can't stop looking at her and she is so wonderfully cuddly. She is feeding and sleeping really well which is a relief for me. She has at least one period during the day when she is awake for what seems to be a long time, during which time she snacks, sometimes getting grizzly and not feeding as well as I'd like and wants lots of cuddles. But generally she is a very well behaved baby with cute little cries that rarely get frantic.

So far she has enjoyed one out of three baths. She screamed during the other two so we'll see what this evening's bath time brings.

We spent 5 wonderful days in hospital in a huge double room, being waited on hand and foot, not having to think about food, sleeping when tired, with the most amazing midwives on hand to answer any of our questions. So far the transition to home hasn't been too bad and we even went for a short walk yesterday afternoon. The weather is hot so it's a bit difficult for Phoebe to get used to it. At hospital she was all wrapped up in the cutest baby-grows but at home she will wear a vest or t-shirt even in the air-conditioning. I hope it cools down soon. We were going to head to the shops today but I don't really think that's going to happen now. The day is slipping by fast and I'm quite tired.

I probably have a two week recovery period to look forward to, followed by a month of taking it easy. Thankfully Toby is off work for the two weeks that I really need to be looked after. I have sore and weakened abdominal muscles and stitches in my perineum so need to take it quite easy for the time being. Thank god I'm fit and healthy though. It is making things a bit easier for me I think. It's a bit frustrating having to ask Toby to do everything for me and it's probably even more so for him.

Toby is a hands-on dad and seems to be really enjoying it. He helps me change her and settle her at night and does his fair share during the day, making me lunch and doing the shopping and the laundry.

I am currently uploading some photos to a new web album - as you can imagine there are many - and will be back after a snooze to give all the gory details of the labour and birth.

That's all for now.

Quick 41 week update

Gestation: 41 weeks
Days since EDD: 7

Weight gain: 14kg

Number of chocolates eaten today: None. Ha! That's been a whole 4 days. I have been tempted today though and did have peanut butter and jam on bread. But NO CAKE OR CHOCOLATE since Sunday. That must be unheard of over the last 9 months. Very proud of me.

Okay, so the latest is this. I went to see Dr Stokes for a CTG today. I thought they'd strap me up to a monitor but no, I had to actually hold the thing in place. So my left hand was holding a doppler thing to my belly which recorded the baby's heartbeat and my right hand held a button I had to press whenever I felt a movement, the idea being that when the baby moves its heartrate increases. Damn thing was asleep, wasn't it? So I prodded it and it pushed its foot out... we like that game. Seems that baby can play it in its sleep though as it didn't do much to the heartbeat.

Meanwhile, Dr Stokes, who is also a fertility specialist, was on the phone to a local radio station doing a live interview about the octuplets born in America a couple of weeks ago. He was discussing the fact that legal guidelines in Australia prevent any more than two embryos being implanted during fertility treatment and said that it's usually only one. America has similar guidelines but the difference is that clinics in Australia are audited whereas there are no such checks in America.

Eventually Ajie woke up and stretched and the heartrate went up. A couple more movements like that a few minutes later and the midwife was happy to let me get up. 

Dr Stokes said that all seemed to be well. The baby and I are both healthy and the baby shouldn't get any bigger so unless labour starts before then (which he now doesn't think it will) I will see him for another CTG on Monday afternoon and then go to hospital to have my membranes artificially ruptured on Tuesday. So, at the latest we'll have a baby on Tuesday.

I am now playing Jet's Get Born to the baby as a BIG HINT of what I think it should do before the day is through. Then it would be born on Darwin's 200th birthday. Much better than Friday 13th or Valentine's Day if you ask me.

Oh, I forgot to mention the other day that I had a dream that the baby was a girl and a couple of times since then I've found myself calling it by our girl name. This might just be because we only have one girl name and three boy names but I now have no idea whether to expect it to be a boy or a girl. A couple of days before this dream Mam had a dream that I phoned her up and said "it's a girl" although she didn't tell me this until after I'd had my dream. Hmmmmm..... only 5 days until we found out. Unless the baby follows Jet's advice and gets born.