It's almost too embarassing that I'm finally getting around to this post when Miles is a week shy of his 2-month birthday, but meh...you'll forgive me won't you?
I have no pictures because I suck and forgot to take the camera with me. And this one week after I did remember to take the camera with me to the "discovering-Miles-is-allergic-to-the-cream-in-his-bathwater appointment" but forgot to take the picture when he was on the scale.
So you all will just have to make do with a verbal description. The short version: He's a fatty of average height with a huge head...so basically he's Dylan squared.
The detailed version:
Height: 54 cm (21.25")
He only grew a centimeter since birth so he's not as long as Dylan was by this point, even though he was an inch longer than Dylan at birth.
Weight: 4.8 kg (10 lbs 8 oz)
Dylan was only 10 lbs at a month, so Miles is pretty impressive considering he was 9 oz lighter than Dylan at birth. Every time I get frustrated at how poorly Miles nurses, I just have to keep reminding myself that he's still managing to pack on the pudge.
Head: 39 cm (15.4")
Dylan's was only 15.2"...so much for thinking Miles had a smaller head...I guess Dylan's just looked larger since his is more oval where Miles' is more round.
And a recap of our first month (that I'm gonna try to keep brief so as to not remind myself how hellacious said month was...)
Week 2(1st week at home): Miles' first cold...which he got from his big brother, whose cold moved into his lungs and required meds to kick...and whose constipation issues came to a head requiring twice-daily laxatives and baby enemas once a day for a week. Once things started to get moving again, Dylan's poop issues suspiciously always occurred when Miles was nursing. So he'd come running to me crying "kaki! hurts!" EVERY time I nursed Miles.
Weeks 3 and 4: working our way towards colic with lots o' gassiness and crying. Thankfully we discovered that the wrap is fairly fool-proof soother. Which meant I was spending about 8-10 hours a day with a baby strapped to my chest. By the time we hit peak it was closer to 12 hours a day and occasionally involved sleeping with Miles' strapped to my chest. At one point Dylan became concerned that we'd lost his brother because he wasn't strapped to my chest. He came up to me where I was sitting in my chair, pulled down my t-shirt and tearfully said, "Miles?...Gone?" By the close of week 3, Miles was also sporting a variety of rashes in addition to his baby acne and eczema (allergic reaction and a heat rash - note the amount of time spent in the hotter-than-Hades wrap). Week 4 also saw my first bout with mastitis. Yay! So I was heading to the hospital daily to get it checked out. Didn't get antibiotics at first and instead got to participate in fun sessions of warming before nursing followed by wrapping my boob in a chilled-yogurt-like-substance for 15-20 minutes afterwards. (Because that's not a total pain in the ass when you have two children under two.) We made it through though...mostly because my mom is a big bowl of awesome-sauce.
So what can I say? The first month was not awesome-sauce.
That is just way more than any mom should have to go through in one month's time. :( Glad it's over and you can move on to better times. :) It does get easier, I promise!
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