Last week, our baby changed. We went from having to a low key, easy going baby that only cried when he was hungry or needed a diaper change to a little crying machine. Ever see the Incredibles? Remember Baby Jack? That’s exactly what happened to our little man Sol. If you haven’t seen the movie, here’s the clip I’m referring to:
Nothing made the cute little man happy. Our usual routine of checking his diaper, giving him his pacifier, or feeding him just wouldn’t work. What’s worse, he started getting congested. The only thing that made him relax was to lay on his tummy on my chest. The next morning, we were pooped.
After no sleep and one fussy, tired baby, we packed Sol into the car and headed to the pediatrician. You see, before we’d left the NICU, the neonatalogists warned us that Sol would be susceptible to any viral infections and would likely wind up back in the hospital with pneumonia. With his fussy state and stuffy nose, everything we googled told us that pneumonia was on its way. Danger was looming just around the bend.
You know what they say about googling anything about ailments, right? Don’t do it.
We got to our lovely pediatrician who took one look at Sol and said, “Nope, he’s not sick. He’s being a normal, fussy 6 week old. Stop worrying and read this book.” We did it: we fell into the trap of being neurotic first-time parents!
Needless to say, everything is going quite well with Sol, despite his 6 week-old fussy states. We’re enjoying having Mike’s family in town – Sol loves cuddle time with his Bebe, hanging with his Auntie Jenn, and reading books with Gramps. Sol has also turned into an eating monster and is now eating between 3 and 4 ounces, every 2 to 4 hours. Last week, he was up to 7 pounds, 11 ounces – nearly 2 pounds heavier than his birth weight. We have a follow up appointment tomorrow with the neonatalogist, and I’m anxious to see if he’s gained any more weight!