Things are going much better with Henry. Yesterday he woke up with his usual smiles and then pretty much slept the entire day and nursed a little here and there. He was somewhat cranky and fussy but his fever was gone which was a relief. I think the visit to CHEO traumatized him a bit since he cries now every time we change his diaper (probably expecting another catheter).
Yesterday evening he really woke up and decided he was hungry, so hungry that he refused to eat. I know it’s counter-intuitive and I tried explaining it to him but it’s difficult to have a rational discussion with a 6 week old about his eating habits. I had pumped some milk last weekend since I had a dental appointment on Monday and wanted to leave some milk for Chris in case he needed it. Turns out he didn’t. I didn’t want to waste the milk so I figured, well since he won’t nurse, I’ll give him the bottle. Big mistake. He got even angrier. He opened his mouth wide and I thought I’d put the bottle nipple in a bit deeper and that’s when I must have hit his gag reflex and got projectile vomited on. I had no idea a baby’s stomach could hold so much milk. It was all over me and no matter how much you love your baby, when you get puked on, your instinct is to hold the baby away from you and kind of try and wipe yourself down. Well throwing up settled him down a little however now I knew he was hungry and had a completely empty stomach. With him a bit calmer, he took to the breast fairly quickly and chugged back milk as quickly as he could. The way this baby can chug, I worry about how he’ll react to beer when he’s older.
I thought for certain Henry would be up all night last night since he slept all day but nope, he slept until around 4am (well with a feeding at 10:30 then at 1:30) and then it was all about crying an needing to be cuddled. I was going on about 4 hours of sleep by then and was desperate for him to go back to sleep but no dice. Eventually around 5 am Chris woke up and took him downstairs to let me sleep. He brought him back up at 6:15 fast asleep but the second he put him down, he started crying again, so once again I fed him and then again at 7:15 and thankfully he slept until 9am. At one point during this time though I got really frustrated and told him in french to shut up and sleep for which I feel incredibly guilty but I’m told it happens often and it won’t be the last time. At 9am he was all smiles and cooing like if we hadn’t had a rough few hours. Ahh babies…. gotta love ’em.
Off to the movies today!