Bug = 1 year 11 months 13 days
Bub = 6 weeks 1 day

Nibbles

Today Bug wandered into the lounge muttering “raynin”. My midwife (who was making her final visit) said that it wasn’t raining, but I suspected that he’d said “raisin”, not “raining”. I noticed he was eating something, and I asked him what it was. Sure enough, he said “raynin”. So with his point made, he wandered away again.

Then I told my midwife that, as far as I knew, there weren’t any raisins in the house.

This incident is filed deep down in the “we don’t want to know” basket!

Painting

The other day, my sister and I were watching Bug on the video monitor as he went down for a nap, which – as usual – consisted of playing around his room for five or ten minutes.

At one point he stuck his hand down his nappy, then took out his finger, looked at it, and rubbed it on the bed. I commented to my sister that this wasn’t a good look, but didn’t think much more of it.

Twenty minutes later when he still wasn’t asleep, I decided to go into his room and remind him that it was nap time. And that’s when I discovered the grim truth.

It wasn’t picked up by the black-and-white video monitor, but Bug’s finger had not come out of his nappy clean, and his sheets and bedspread had suffered the consequences.

Being a modern, chilled-out mama, the first thing I did wasn’t to tell Bug off, or strip the bed in disgust, or burst into tears… No, I ran and got the video camera.

Bug = 1 year 11 months 12 days
Bub = 6 weeks

Breastfeeding has been quite painful lately. I keep latching Bub on, then flinching at the very sharp pains I feel at various spots around my breast (and sometimes down my arm!).

Thankfully it’s not a problem with her latch; it’s her clenching my skin in her nasty little clawed fists!!

Bug = 1 year 11 months 12 days
Bub = 6 weeks

Change of Plans

Within hours of blogging the other day that I’d given up on paracetamol due to Bub vomiting afterwards, I ended up giving her some more. I decided that since it was quite a while since she’d had a feed I’d give it another shot. I held off feeding her for another 15 or 20 minutes after the paracetamol, and eureka! It stayed down!

Grunter

Bub has to be the gruntiest baby I’ve ever heard. She cries more now, but in the first few weeks she seemed to spend far more time squirming and writhing and grunting – perhaps due to wind? – than she did crying. The noises she makes are an extraordinary and long-winded combination of grunts, groans, squeaks, squawks, and some sounds there aren’t any names for yet!

Spiller

I don’t think that Bub is particularly spilly so far. What I have noticed is that she seems to “spit up” out of her nose as often as she does out of her mouth. I don’t remember Bug spilling out of his nose much at all.

I noticed yesterday that Bug put two words together with not much help. I have had trouble in the past getting him to say “Yes, Daddy” as he would often just say “Yes”, or “Daddy”. It seems that today he’s taken to this combining words thing quite well, greeting us by name (even Ada). It seems that every day he gets better and better at talking.

Bug = 1 year 11 months 9 days
Bub = 5 weeks 4 days

Bub has seemed OK since her surgery. She’s grizzly, but that may well be due to being six weeks old.

As I said, I’m quite happy to give her paracetamol if she needs it. The paracetamol is a thick liquid. In hospital it was orange, and the one I got from the chemist is pink. I guess they taste quite good, because Bub seems to enjoy taking it (out of a syringe).

Unfortunately two of the three times I’ve tried to give it to her (once in hospital, once at home) she’s almost immediately vomited up her entire feed. She’s never vomited up a feed at any other time – spilled, yes; vomited, no.

So I’ve given up on the paracetamol… I’m hoping cuddling and feeding with Mummy will take the edge off the pain enough for her.