...are apparently what parenthood is all about. We had a good weekend at the Athletes First Classic, but it was definitely a reminder that we are parents and our lives are not our own - particularly mine. One of the women who has a major part in planning the Classic has a 9-month-old child. They were our neighbors at the hotel. She and I get along pretty well; she was incredibly nice and called me when I first went back to work and was struggling with everything - leaving Jayden, being a mommy and a lawyer, pumping, etc.
In any case, their plan had been the same as ours: to stay both Friday and Saturday night and spend Saturday night and Sunday relaxing and enjoying being away from home. We saw them Saturday morning and they'd decided to go home Saturday afternoon/evening. She explained that attending and working the event is SO different when you're the mom of a baby compared to when you're the dad of a baby.
I could not agree more. I honestly do not know how she made it through that event. From the outside at least, her husband is incredibly supportive and definitely took on the child care responsibilities for the weekend. The problem is that no matter how much the dad/husband does, they can't take away all responsibility, especially for a breastfeeding mom. I cannot compare my weekend to hers, since I had no other responsibility besides Jayden really - but I also will say that Jayden was my sole responsibility for the weekend. I changed the diapers, I made sure he got naps, I made sure he was fed, including keeping up with his solid foods, etc. All of this meant that I had a very different experience at the Classic than ever before. Just another indication that my life will never again be the same - in mostly good ways and just a few small negative ways.
After the Classic, it was back to work as usual. It was a rough week of sleep - every night Jayden was up at least twice, if not more. Finally, on Wednesday night, Jayden woke up screaming and arching his back about two hours or so after I put him down. He would not go back to sleep, so I finally brought him downstairs and just kept holding him. After maybe twenty minutes of this, Jayden gagged a little and vomited
everywhere! It was terrible. I took him upstairs, changed his clothes (and mine!) and tried to calm him again. About five or ten minutes later, he vomited again. So, back upstairs we went to change him again - this time he missed me, thank goodness. After the second incident, which wasn't nearly as large and dramatic as the first, I started worrying. I got out my "What to Expect the First Year" book and have decided I know the problem: I think Jayden has a really mild form of acid reflux. He does tend to get the hiccups, and sometimes wakes up an hour or two after he goes to bed needing to burp. And the pacifier has been a huge soother for him. I am going to check with our pediatrician next week, but I think it's likely. There's not much we can do - except make sure he stays upright for a bit after meals, don't feed him solids too close to bedtime, etc. In any case, he hasn't vomited at all since then, so I think we're okay now.
In fact, on Thursday, it was back to happy Jayden as usual, hanging out with Sophie the giraffe and getting love from Jasmine:
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| Jayden has become obsessed with Jasmine recently. When she comes up to him and smells him, he opens his mouth wide and gets all excited. When she leaves the room, he turns his head and watches and waits until she comes back - which she inevitably does. He hasn't quite learned to "pet" and instead grabs, which I imagine Jasmine doesn't enjoy. She has been a good sport so far, though, and just keeps trying to lick him. Eventually they'll be licking each other, I imagine... |