Uncle Art came in on Wednesday to see baby Elliot and the new house. He came in at about 11:30 PM so Elliot and I were already asleep. I first saw Art yesterday at 6AM when Elliot was screaming to be fed after we gave him his medicine. Elliot woke the whole house up! Tom, who had just moved in, had a patriotic string of lights hung up in his room which mesmerized Elliot enough to calm him down… I fed him and then Tom held him for several hours that morning.
Logan got Elliot to take a bottle yesterday morning, which makes me feel relieved. I don’t know what we would do if he was not taking a bottle by the time I have to go back to work. I suppose I could take Elliot to work… I bet that wouldn’t be disruptive.
Yesterday morning we went back to see Dr. Dave at Kid’s Choice Pediatrics for follow up. I told him that I thought the Zantac was helping some but we were still having issues. He started to adjust the dose up for the medicine, but when he saw my nursing log (particularly where he nursed almost nonstop Wednesday evening from 4:30 to 10) he prescribed him Prevacid, which unfortunately is not generic, but if it works it’ll be worth it.
Here’s an amusing anecdote: Elliot needed a diaper change and I was talking to the nurse. Logan asked me to hand him a diaper so I grabbed a whole handful diapers and handed them to him without thinking. Logan responded, “I only need 1 diaper, but I also need the Desitin and wipes!”
We had Gondolier for lunch, which Elliot nearly slept through. At least he was not the loudest kid in the restaurant (that sounds like a good title for a parenting book).
That afternoon I played Rockband for the first time since Elliot was born. I was on keyboards, Art was on guitar, and Logan was on vocals. Then we hung out on the back porch for awhile. Tom was working on some contraption to moisten wheat and Art was figuring on apartments in Birmingham. Logan found him a house for rent which will hopefully be good for Art. We had hamburgers for dinner and Tom commented that he likes Sara Lee’s buns. Art and I gave Elliot his first dose of his new medicine. This one is a pill that you dissolve in water. He didn’t seem to mind it too much.
Elliot slept most of the afternoon and evening. Elliot and I went to bed at about 9. By 11, we were up again and Elliot was wide awake. Art was up so we had Elliot do a little tummy time for him and then Art sat with me while I rocked Elliot back to sleep.
Then we were up again at 1, and this time it was really bad. Elliot cried and cried such that he had a hard time latching on and when he would latch on he wouldn’t drink but for a couple of minutes before he would choke or start crying again. Logan came down and put Elliot on the dryer, which soothed him until he got off the dryer. I suggested we give him a bottle while on the dryer so that he could finally get some food in him and go to sleep. Logan replied with, “Why don’t we give him a booby? That doesn’t have any preparation time!” So, I nursed Elliot while he was on the dryer and Logan rubbed my back while I nursed since it was a rather awkward position. Elliot went to sleep and he and I spent the rest of the night in the recliner.
The next morning, Logan went to court and Art and I watched tv while Elliot slept or fed. We decided to go to Kanpai of Tokyo for Hibachi. Elliot cried most of the way there and then slept at the restaurant. Art headed back to Nashville after a fond farewell to Elliot and me. We went to Logan’s Aunt Lisa’s afterwards to visit. Her daughter Kyra watched fascinated as I breastfed Elliot.
We headed home and Elliot and I took a nap. Gam Gam came over and successfully gave him a bottle. He hungrily ate 5fl. oz. of my stored milk and he was still hungry for boob! Later that evening he had a huge spit up right in the middle of our bed. Maybe we over did it?
