Mason turns seven weeks old tomorrow. And although it's been an amazing journey down Parenthood Lane so far, it hasn't been without a few speed bumps.
Starting at about two weeks, Mason began to cry. Not just your typical "I'm hungry" or "I'm wet" cry, but a red-faced wail that made him break a sweat. He would cry like that all day long and nothing me, Ryan, Ryan's mom and my mom would do could comfort him. Being a new mom, I thought it was "just what babies do" and that his crying would eventually get better. Four weeks later, it wasn't getting better. I called his pediatrician and she said his symptoms sounded like acid reflux, so she gave us a prescription for Zantac. The Zantac worked great, except, for the first four days, I was giving him way too much.
Yes, my first "duh" moment as a parent came when the pediatrician explained to me that the dosage was NOT three times within eight hours, but three times EVERY eight hours. I'm not one for looking or feeling stupid, so you can imagine my horror and embarrassment when the mistake was pointed out to me. It made me feel like an incredibly inadequate mother.
I mean, I know in my heart of hearts that, yes, I'm a good mother. And I know that sleep deprivation is in full effect right now, making me more susceptible to these feelings of inadequacy, but holy crap is this hard. It's the hardest test of my patience I think I've ever encountered--and that includes dealing with his father's idiosycrasies.
My little man still cries a lot. Not from pain, but simply because he's my kid. Because he's his father's son. And because that combination has formed the smallest grumpy old man on earth.
October 19, 2007
Pink eye can't believe it isn't over. // Swiss Baby. // Goodbye Grandma Champine. // Family Portrait. // Check 'em out. // Postponed. // Not long now. // Tuckered out. // Boo boo. // New news. // Oh, hello. // Here we go again. // Something New! // Surrender. // Update. // Third day on the job. // Our second official illness. // Our first official illness. // Usually, I like being in control. // Daycare. // Awww... // Motherhood. // Our little adventure. // That time of year again. // Mini-Me. // Two weeks and two days. // His very own website. // Super star. // Mason Alexander Keberly. // Taking his sweet time. // Locked and loaded. // Request. // Hi Dad. // Two and a half weeks left. // Just checking in. // Welcome to my crib. // I cain't see! // Check this out. // It's official. I'm huge. // Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. // Experiencing technical difficulties. // Venting. // Rocky Road ice cream anyone? // Dad, how do you do it? // Nursery. // Mason Alexander Keberly. // Place your bets. // The Keblet. // Double whammy. // The Keblet. // *Barf* // Can't sleep. // *Waves* // Dad. // Lala. // Happy anniversary, mom and dad! // Operation: New bathroom. // Happy Birf-day, dear husband of mine... // Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you... // My best Rick James impersonation. // Good bye. // More randomness. // Random thoughts. // Careful. I bite. // Grumpy smurf. // Fruits of our Labor Day. // Ridiculous. // Human barometer. // Welcome home, dad. // There's no place like home. // Flatulence. // Hungry, apparently. // Jobs. // Teefs. // Cavities. // Bad mood. // Finally. // Weddings. // Dad. // Mom. // Mean. // Oh no. // Move along. Nothing to see here. // Stuff. // Tuesday. The day after Monday. // Bored. Or is it boring? // Two things. // Feeling Green. // Accepted. // Good day. // Sis. Boom. Bah. // Monday. // Weekend. // Gone. // Closed. //