
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Switcheroo

Friday, August 1, 2008
A productive week
It started out on Monday with doctor appointments for both Landon and I, him first. Every time we go to register at the pediatrician's office the receptionist asks if this is our first visit. I know that they must see a TON of people rolling through that place, but dang, we've been there SOOO many times now I don't think I could count them all up. Weight check after weight check after weight check, surely Dr. Lande is getting sick and tired of seeing us. This time I was armed with some additional stuff, possibly part of the reason Landon hasn't been gaining weight or eating as we would like him to eat. I borrowed the book Colic Solved by Bryan Vartabedian, MD from DayOne (a really cool center for new and expectant moms in Walnut Creek, they have classes and a lending library and a lactation consultant and a retail shop) that one of the lactation consultants pulled for me about colic and reflux. I brought the book home and read it cover to cover that evening as I sat with Mr. Fussypants. By the third chapter I had the biggest ahaa moment ever, that was my Landon they were describing:
- Spitting and vomiting
- Constant hiccups
- Feeding disturbances
- Chronic irritability
- Discomfort when lying on the back
- Sleep disturbances
- Chronic cough and/or congestion
Check, check, BIG check, check, check, little check, check. I brought up my concern with Dr. Lande who halfway dismissed the thought but ordered an upper GI and a perscription for Zantac.
Fast forward to Wednesday when Landon had his upper GI. It went really smoothly much to my surprise. Mark took the day off of work to go with us and it was so nice having him there. Landon took the barium without a problem, he actually liked it (they mix the powder with sugar water, I think we've got a little sweet tooth guy on our hands) and was upset when we took it away. The doctor performing the test was great, he showed us what he was doing and explained what he saw, that everything looked normal anatomically. As Landon sat on the table with the cameras going it captured a big reflux spasm but no spit up (what they call silent reflux since you don't know it's happening normally). At that point he told us that Landon does in fact have reflux and we didn't need to continue with the test.
We started the Zantac that night and the little guy HATES taking it. I've never seen a baby give dirty looks, but Landon sure does when we try and give him the medicaiton. He hesitates to swallow it and scrunches his face all up. I don't blame him, the stuff tastes like crap, but he's got to take it.
His doctor called this morning and said the most glorious words I've heard in a while, "you were right, good job for listening to your bahy's cues." Of course, I'm not happy that he's got reflux, things would be much easier if he didn't, but it feels good to know that we've got an answer and can move forward with treating it and get the little guy to plump up. Of course it was nice to also feel validated that I'm not pulling symptoms out of thin air and making things up as I go along, as I suspected his doctor thought on Monday. As of Monday Landon was up to 7 pounds 14 ounces, yesterday he was at 8 pounds 2 ounces!
Now, if only we could get the thrush to go away perhaps we'd be in business. I've still got it (hence, my appointment on Monday), we're still giving Landon meds for it, and I can't wait for it to be gone.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
In the beginning...

My non-stress test didn’t look so great on Friday, June 6th so Dr. Maier, the perinatologist, sent us up to L&D and said that if things didn’t improve we’d be having a baby right then. We got on the monitors and things started looking better so they sent us home and told us to come back on Sunday night, June 8th to be induced and I was to remain on strict bed rest until then. Nothing at home was ready since I’d been on bed rest for the last couple of weeks and shower gifts and baby stuff was everywhere. My sisters and Grandma came over on Saturday to help clean and organize and my Mom put the finishing touches on the nursery décor and hung the valance and put the bumper in the crib. Mark vacuumed, cleaned, did yard work, and got things ready to go.
After spilling lots of protein and blood pressures that were ape nuts on Friday the perinatologist came in and said that he'd already called up to Labor and Delivery and they were expecting me. Do not pass go, do not collect $200, and if things don't improve expect to be having a baby tonight. I called Mark in a panic since he was at work - no, I didn't have my bag packed or in the car (how are you supposed to pack your bag with all the stuff you use every day and are going to want to wear in the next few days??). Then I called my sister to have her let the dogs out after work and to let her know that we may not make it to the fabulous shower she was throwing for us the next day. Things did improve slightly and all my labwork came back within normal ranges (elevated, but normal still) so I was able to beg and plead and they let me go home.
I got to attend the fabulous shower my wonderful sisters threw, and now I'm officially on bedrest with daily nurse phonecalls and Dr. visits three times a week until they decide to induce; which, according to the perinatologist's "expert" opinion will be within the next week or shortly thereafter if things continue down this path. If they get worse, they'll ship me off immediately of course, and if they improve we'll play things by ear. Bottom line though, according to the peri, we can expect things to move much faster than we thought.
My feet and hands are swollen and I've developed quite the impressive case of carpel tunnel. Baby is doing so well that they're confident he'll be just fine joining us a few weeks early, and I'd really like avoiding anymore fire drills like that. You'd better believe that my bag will be packed and in the car the next time I have to venture out to the doctor - and the carseat is installed and isn't budging.
- Yay for no morning sickness!
- "You’re pregnant," so nobody will let you help with doing dishes or putting tables/chairs away
- No pumping gas! Not that it’s a big deal, but I hate pumping gas.
- Now that I don’t have a waist anymore Mark gets bathroom cleaning duty!
First they call you to make an appointment and tell you to drink a whole bunch of water all day long so that you'll be hydrated. Then they tell you to empty your bladder for the last time before your appointment an hour and a half before your appointment. Next they tell you to drink 32 ounces of water in that hour and a half. Oh yeah, and if you want to try and make sure your little kickboxer is awake for his or her debut you should eat a light meal an hour before your appointment. The last part...arrive 15 minutes early to make sure everything is on time. Got it?
Fast forward a little bit. It's the day of your ultrasound, you drank enough water to cause a drought (and you've peed about 50 zillion times today), and you're now heading to your appointment. You outrun your husband to the check in counter because you feel like you're going to explode. You check in and go sit in a waiting room.....and you wait...and wait...and wait...and wait...for a whole FORTY FIVE MINUTES after your appointment time (even though you arrived 15 minutes early like a good girl). The snotty ultrasound tech comes waltzing down the hall and you explain to her (while doing the potty dance) that you really have to go and that your appointment was supposed to be 45 minutes ago. She scowls, runs away, and comes back with a cup and tells you to only "go" up to the line. After telling her you can't make ANY promises at this point you run to the bathroom and just can't heed her instructions. Then, you go sit back down for another ten minutes in the waiting room with your husband who is not so patiently waiting for you with a ginormous glass of water...just to make sure.
The heavens open up and the snarky ultrasound tech comes out to get you FINALLY! She gets you all settled in a room and then drags you to a different room. You get settled there and another ultrasound tech finally starts with your appointment. Mind you she says nothing the entire time, stops halfway through to take a phonecall (that's long enough to make that icky gel stuff get really cold), and then makes you practically beg for a few pictures. Oh, and you have to pee again thanks to the bucket o' water your wonderful husband made you guzzle.
Now doesn't that sound like fun!
On the flipside, I can't complain too much since I've had no morning sickness or anything else too horribly awful. But this is the pits, I look really goofy (goofier than normal, anyway).
Baby Poston will arrive around June 30th, 2008...just in time for his or her Granddad's birthday!