Last week continued to be a fun one for me. Brynlee started to spit up a ton. She has always spit up, but it seemed to be more and more. It got to the point that I couldn't imagine her actually keeping anything down. She is bottle fed, so I know exactly how much I'm trying to feed her and when I was seeing a large portion of that come right back I was concerned.
Her breathing seemed a bit labored, and she just was cranky. Being the paranoid mother that I am, I decided it was time to make a trip to the Dr. I figured it might be nothing, but thought better safe than sorry!
At her last Dr.'s appointment 2 weeks ago she weighed about 7lbs. When I brought her in the other day they put her on the scale and my eyes just about popped. 8lbs, 3oz! Ok so she apparently isn't having any trouble keeping some food down!
The Dr. did a complete check and confirmed that she was just fine. She's just a spitter. I was a spitter when I was a baby too, so there you go. Now when I go to feed her I make sure I have 3 burp clothes on hand...
I find myself trying to reason with the baby. Which is funny in itself because she is not the most reasonable of babies. Are any though? I think, "Baby, just let me finish my make up and I'll hold you. Let me do my hair real quick and then I'll feed you." She unfortunately is not compromising. Ah motherhood. What a learning experience these past 5 weeks have been. And it's only the beginning!
I've never been much of a midnight snacker ( probably because I never used to be awake at midnight) but I find myself grazing my cupboards as I'm awake in the wee morn to feed Brynlee. I usually refrain from eating during these crazy hours, but sometimes I'm so tired I need something to wake me up. Which leads to my next topic.
Jimmy got a new job as a personal trainer. He is super excited, and so am I. He's working at the new 24 Hour Fitness in Northridge. I see a couple of advantages to this:
-We (meaning me and him) get free gym memberships. Now I can stop donating to the gym and just not use my free membership instead! Or ideally use my free membership. Either way I won't be paying for it anymore, and that is nice!
-He has been a certified personal trainer for a while, but now is the perfect time to take advantage of his occupation. Safe to say my postpartum figure could use some work. I can put on my pre baby jeans, but they don't quite fit the way the used to. Mainly due to the dough like gut that hangs over the waist now. :) I'm sure my occasional midnight snack slip is not helping matters.
Anyhow, I'm afraid Jimmy will make me cry/puke/beg for mercy, but as long as he makes this gut of goo go away as well I'll be happy.
Waiting for James to arrive!
3 years ago