This has been such a difficult week, there is no more fitting photo than of Grumpy Grace and Her Cone of Shame. Grace has allergies and this year has been exceptionally bad. She’s chewed all the hair off her backside, leaving a red, raw mess. Nothing has helped. So, now she’s in a cone. Hopefully, this will allow her red skin to heal. As you can see, she’s not happy about any of this. But, we’ve all had a rough week.
Weight: We have two options. Either Harry has exceptionally heavy diapers (very possible) or our home scale is wrong. (I choose to believe it’s the scale and, in my case, it weighs about 50 pounds heavy. I’m really a size 6. Just ask me.) At home, Harry weighed 14.4 pounds with a diaper. At the doctor last week, he weighed 13 pounds 14 ounces without the diaper. I was really hoping we’d be up around 15 pounds, but our little guy is still very, very little.
Shorty: He’s height and weight proportional, but Harry is really small compared to other babies. He’s in the 12th percentile for height and 13th for weight. That means 88 and 87 percent of babies, respectively, are bigger than him. Who are these enormous babies!! As fast as he’s growing, I find it really hard to believe he’s so much smaller than average.
Power Noggin: While his body may be small, his head is gigantic. At a robust 17.25 inches, Harry’s head is in the 94th percentile for size. He’s full of SMARTS!
Milk Crisis: Right Boob is on strike again. Demand has increased dramatically this week (more on that in a second) and Right Boob has responded by collapsing in a heap and refusing to produce more than the absolute minimum. Harry hates Right Boob. He’s the most demanding boss. He tugs and cries, and turns as red as a beet in frustration at Right Boob. I’ve had to step in as the middle manager and counsel Right Boob on its performance. “Let’s talk about the kind of boob you want to be. Do you want to be the kind of boob that just produces the minimum? What can I do to help you be successful here?” I’ll let you know how it goes. The milk situation is hitting a crisis and I’m struggling to keep it together. I really don’t want to supplement with formula. It feels like a huge failure.
Sleep, Come Back: Harry has been an exceptional nighttime sleeper since he was born. This is not something we freely told people. We were not smug and we knew it could change at any moment. That moment came five days ago. Suddenly, Harry stopped sleeping through the night. He was waking two or three times, demanding food and attention, and not making up the lost sleep during the day. For several days, he was eating every two hours during the day and every three hours at night. The little man was eating more than he had as a newborn! Frankly, it’s left me exhausted. My milk production hasn’t been keeping up and we’re both cranky from lack of sleep. I assume this is a growth spurt, but I’m hoping it passes soon.
Poo of the Week: Harry has blown out a diaper every day this week. We’re switching to more expensive diapers to see if we can keep him better contained. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Wee of the Week: So far, I haven’t been hit this week! Woohoo!
- Rolling over – he’s a champ at it now!
- His feet
- His hands
- His silicone teething toy
- Penguin arms (flapping his straight arms up and down like a penguin)
- Being held 24/7
- Left Boob
- Tummy time (rolling over is the death of tummy time)
- Naps and sleeping
- Right Boob