The Final Fatherhoody…

Well, you may or may not have noticed the lack of posts around here.  It’s the death-knell for a blogger to take a week off, because then you realize just how much extra time you have… or how much time you don’t have but still blogged….

Anyway, this is a farewell of sorts.  Not completely, not entirely, but this is a farewell to this blog.  It was therapeutic to write in it for the months I did, especially in the first really difficult weeks of Junior’s life.  As my days filled up and the wife went back to work, the amount of free time dwindled though.  Therefore, this is the final post of Fatherhoody… and the blog will join the millions of blogs that just stop one day.

The good news is that I’ll be working with my wife to continue to provide updates into our crazy lives on the blog she’s maintained for such a long time.  For those readers still around, please check out:

www.consideringcampbell.com

I’ll be posting there now, just the duty will be split between the wife and I.  The posts might not come every day, but we’ll try and keep the consistency.

Thanks to everyone that read!  Please head over to Considering and stay tuned!  

Going Back to Work: The Mother Edition

Is there anything harder in the world than a mom going back to work after having her first kid?  After seeing it happen this past week, I would have to say no.  As most of you know, Stunning was offered a job about a week and a half ago and all of a sudden we realized she’d be back to work before any of us expected it.  That day came on Monday and she got all dressed up and after the two month appointment, went into the office.

The night before was the toughest part though.  It’s definitely a struggle to weight the need for money to give your kid a good life and the need to be with him to do the same. 

Does part of me worry about both parents working?  Absolutely.  You see kids where the parents give them little attention as they work all the time and most of the time, those kids are messed up.  I think when both parents work, there has to be a lot of work by the parents to make the time with the kids worthwhile and meaningful.  It’s probably easier now though, because Junior can’t function as a person without us.  However, when he gets older it’ll be easier to let him play by himself as we take a breather.  It’s important not to do that though, I think… as hard as it might be. 

In the end, Stunning did great and I’m amazingly proud of her being the bread-winner.  Now, we just have to balance that whole “latch key kid” versus “impactful parents”.

The Dreaded Two Month Shots

Well, on Monday we took Junior up to get his vaccinations.  I’m happy to report that he’s a wonderful 11 pounds 4 ounces and 22 inches long/tall.  That’s the 50% for both!!  That means folks that my kid is just average.

Of course, the scary part are the shots.  The needles came out and holy crap were they long.  I didn’t think he had that much room for them to go in and not come out the other side.  Well, they went in and boy was he PISSED. 

For many parents, this is the first time they see their kids in pain.  I wish I could say the same thing, but I can’t.  In fact, there are so many scary stories about these shots that I was expecting something other worldly.  He started screaming and I realized this was the exact same face and the exact same scream he will give if his acid reflux is bad.  I had seen it numerous times before and for a couple weeks, I saw it every single day.  That’s when it hit me… the pain, which I knew was bad, was excruciating for him.  Poor little man. 

Here’s the best part of the shots – we thought he’d be fussy and mad for hours.  I mean, he usually is a fussy baby, so having these shots would make it worse.  Au contraire!  Instead, he had a normal day.  How crazy is that?  I count my blessings though.

He cried for about 5 minutes.  Then he settled down and looked like this:

Then he was pretty good for the rest of the day!

First Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day is full of pomp and circumstance.  Even moreso when it is the first Mother’s Day for a Mom.  Don’t worry, Stunning made sure I knew it was an important and big holiday. 

We didn’t do much special.  Of course, we usually go to church, but our pediatrician suggested not going to church until the two month shots (more on those tomorrow).  We didn’t go to church.  Instead, we marked the day by letting mom hang out and dictate what she wanted and how.  Basically, if she wanted Junior, she got him.  If he was being fussy, I got him.  You know… that kind of situation.

We went to lunner (lunch/dinner).  I got her a piece of jewelry to commemorate this momentous event. Then I left her at home with the kid and went to the San Antonio Spurs game.  The Spurs game was unexpected, but it was either I go or my mother-in-law go.  My mother-in-law didn’t want to go, so it was kind of a Mother’s Day present to her that I went.  It was a sacrifice for the happiness of the mother-in-law.  Stunning even signed off on it… I swear.

The end.

A Thank You Note From My Wife…

We got this really cool suit and tie for Jack from our friends in Wisconsin.  Pretty much the classiest outfit the kid owns and I can’t wait for him to wear it around looking all cool and stuff. 

Anyway, the following is the thank you note sent to the gift givers:

Dear Gift Givers,

You guys are awesome.  That suit is Junior’s best outfit BY FAR.  Leave it to the gay men to be sure that Jack is the best dressed baby on the block.  When I become a rich lawyer, I am flying you guys down here.  Or maybe I’ll just whore myself out for extra dough – we miss you guys so much and MUST see you… even if it means a VD here and there.  Nothing wrong with hooking.  OKay – this thank you note too a bad turn real fast.  Thank you for the suit.  There. That’s what I meant to say.  Love, Us.

Wow.  I always knew my wife had a knack for writing thank you cards… I guess I just never realized her full talent.

Soothing Sufjan

A couple weeks ago, I posted a little video by an artist, singer, composer that goes by the name Sufjan Stevens.  He goes by the name… because it is his real name. 

Anyway, Stunning and I have tried everything to soothe Junior when he’s going crazy.  This is either in pain crazy or fussy crazy.  The only thing that can soothe him though is me playing music of Sufjan Stevens really loud.  It has a lot of instrumental parts, his voice is very calm, and there’s a female in a lot of his songs who also has a calm voice.

It works like magic.  I’m serious people.  It’s like there are two babies… the baby that doesn’t listen to Sufjan who is crying and the baby who is listening to Sufjan and is in some sort of comatose existence with eyes open just staring…

I think Junior is confused.  Sufjan’s got a good voice.  His dad has a voice similar to Roseanne Barr/Arnold/Barr/NoLastName singing the national anthem.  So Sufjan comes on and Junior is just trying to find who that other guy is in the room, because it sure as hell isn’t his father.

The Neocate Poop

There are things in life that are better left never experienced.  Quick sand.  Burning alive.  Being suffocated by a giant snake.  Smelling a baby’s poop when they drink Neocate. You know.  Those sorts of things.

Neocate, if you might remember, is that super expensive, super fancy formula for kids with severe milk protein allergies.  My little boy has that and this formula has helped out quite a bit.  Now, he still has his less than stellar feedings, riddled with pain, but I think the Neocate has helped to at least limit those some.  (I’m writing this Sunday evening after an evening filled with painful cries, so I hope the Neocate is still working.)

Neocate is really basic and super easy to breakdown in the baby’s stomach.  For this reason, it also causes some crazy stuff to happen to the bowels of the baby.  All babies on this formula deal with this, so they actually address it on their website.  Anyway, the only stuff left in the bowels is bacteria and bile.  Therefore, what’s pooped out by baby is bacteria and bile. 

It is dark forest green and could clear a room in a matter of seconds.  If you bottled it up, it would cause George W. Bush to invade our house to prevent us from using weapons of mass destruction (and he would find some).  It is similar to roses, if you were to take roses and crack eggs over them and then place them in a car and close the car door on a sunny 100 degree plus day and come back 8 hours later and get in the car… that’s similar to how it smells.

If you’ve never experienced it, you should be happy.  You are a lucky soul.  We have a diaper genie type thing.  You know, those special trash cans supposed to prevent smells of diapers from getting out.  It’s got like a trap door and another door on top of door to prevent smells.  Ya… this stuff gets out of there.  We have to bag the dirty diapers in a ziploc bag before throwing them away.

That’s my story about poop.  The end.

There are certain things before Junior came that I thought were just ridiculous to have/buy/own/want.  Here’s a few of those things now that I thought were dumb and now I love:

Goodness gracious.  If we didn’t have this thing, I think my face would fall off.  It’s good for naps and getting him to calm some.  He’ll sleep longer in it and it’s good for the reflux because he’s not laying down flat and is at an angle.  It makes me jealous, because it looks comfortable and I would like to have one myself.

Graco Pack 'n Play Playard with Newborn Napper - Elyse - Graco  - Babies"R"Us

This pack and play has vibration on it as well.  It also makes nature noises and music to fill in as white noise when Sufjan isn’t playing in the background.  This allows Junior to stretch a sleep another 45 minutes sometimes.  It also has the vibration so that it will get him to fall asleep.  I heart this.

Infantino Monkey's Jungle Retreat Activity Gym -  Infantino - Toys"R"Us

I thought this was just ridiculous.  There’s a thing called a blanket and I’m more than capable of dangling a toy above his head.  In the end though, this thing is awesome.  The patterns and colors will keep him occupied, plus puke just lifts right up from the fabric.  Gotta love stuff where puke is easy clean-up.  As a Acid Reflux baby, there’s a lot of puking that happens in our house too.

Graco Lovin' Hug Infant Swing - Elyse - Graco  - Babies"R"Us

In our quest to find anything at all that would soothe our son, we decided we’d be in the market for one of these swings.  Just another item I never thought was necessary.  A guy at work came to the rescue and just gave us one.  HOLY COW… thank you…  At his fussiest, this can create a calm baby.  Amazing.

What Questions to Ask Potential Nanny

We’ve gone through a couple interviews with potential nannies… like most things in parenthood we turned to the internet for some suggestions.  This time we were looking for questions to ask a potential nanny.  We found some good resources. 

On one website, we went through multiple questions on this website.  Good stuff like:

    • How do you handle a crying baby? How do you feel when dealing with a crying baby?
    • What do you see as your primary responsibility to a child this age?
    • What activities would you engage in with a child this age?
    • How long do you think a baby should be left to cry?

Then we kept reading getting more and more information about what questions to ask.  Then we read this “suggested” question:

  • What are your thoughts about masturbation?
  • How would you handle it if you noticed that my (insert age) was masturbating?

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…

The Nanny Search: Part Deux

As mentioned, we found someone for May… that’s Aunt Burb.  After that though, we’re on the great search using the interwebs.  It’s www.sitters.com and www.sittercity.com  They’re kind of craigslist of the nanny world where people put out their qualifications and you find someone that you think will match well.  We’ve got a couple interviews planned, but one has to wade through quite a bit to reach this point.

First of all, to the people applying on these websites, pictures of your cleavage are not a selling point.

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(I’ve protected the face of this potential nanny.)  Of course, Stunning won’t let us hire any cleavage nannies, because she’s scared there’s a reason they have so much cleavage… and that reason is me.  I mean… c’mon what potential nanny wouldn’t want to sleep with me!?!?

Pictures of you in a bathroom… also not advised:

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…even if you think it’s a great picture of you..

If you apply and your sitter website profile picture is awesome:

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…but please know we’ll search your name on facebook…

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…and we will not hire you.

If we tell you about our baby’s acid reflux and hysterical crying, please do not act like it isn’t a big deal in a reply to our inquiries:

And knowing Junior has acid reflux I know how to handle him. My mom suffers from it so I know it is very painful at times. And yes I would be able to handle the screaming all baby's do it. :)

Junior’s acid reflux is not like your mom’s… and not all babies cry like he does.

Anyway, through a lot of this, we found some really good women.  We hope to have someone lined up by the end of the week.

Nanny Search Time

Well, it looks like Stunning will be heading back to work soon.  If everything goes according to plan, she’ll start her permanent position on June 1.  She’ll work on a contract/temporary position at the company for the month of May.  Of course, this means we have to find someone to take care of Junior and we have to find them quick.  Really quick.  Like, she’ll probably be working full time at the office next week quick.

For the month of May, we think we found someone:

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That is Junior’s Aunt Burb.  She’s going bike riding across the United States in June, but she’ll be at home, bored, and poor in May.  The poor part is the most important part, because we’re going to pay her.  Clearly, she wants to be part of Junior’s life… since you know… she’s loving the pacifier with him.

After May though, things become pretty much crazier.  How do you find a place/person that you trust with your child when your child can be a bit much to handle with the non-stop painful crying?  It’s tough.. we eventually decided that we’d like to find a nanny instead of a daycare.  I think this has a lot to do with the fact that Stunning was a nanny, so she’s big into the nanny thing. 

We signed up for two services: www.sitters.com and www.sittercity.com and we’ll hopefully find someone through there.  A little more about them tomorrow!

Hard Wired for Child Care

Needless to say, these past 8 weeks have not always been the easiest for me or Stunning.  It’s tough to see your child go through all of this.  However, there’s one thing that I’ve learned and it is that a) my wife is absolutely amazing and b) women have an amazing innate ability to take care of children.

I’m not a guy who gets frustrated easily.  In fact, I could probably count the times I got frustrated before Junior was born on one hand.  However, there’s something strange about being around a screaming child that for me it just got to my inner core.  Once we discovered that it was a medical problem, it was easier to accept.  He can still be a plain old fussy baby and when that happens, goodness gracious, it’s tough to handle for me.

On the other hand, my wife is one to get frustrated easily in life.  There’s been many times where I’ve had to calm her down over things that I thought just weren’t that big of a deal.  It’s probably why we make a good duo.  However, when it comes to Junior, very rarely does she get frustrated.  She could be with him for hours when he’s fussy and barely be bothered.

This has made me realize that there really is some instinct there.  There has to be a reason that it is so easy for fathers all over the world to be able to have little to no connection with their kids.  Mothers rarely are in that position. 

More than that though, my wife is doing laundry and cleaning bottles and dealing with a sick kid who can be fussy and she holds it all together.  I can not imagine being married or going through this with anyone else.  At times, when I felt everything was falling apart, she’s been my glue.  She’s an amazing woman and an amazing mother.

My Point Exactly…

A couple weeks ago, I posted about how as new parents people work hard to scare you sh*tless in order for your baby to be safe.  I mean, if you do something or don’t do something, you’re baby (in all liklihood) will die.  I posted concerning SIDS and the scariness of that. 

SIDS is a serious thing and I don’t want anyone to think differently.  You should follow all of the recommendations set forth by the American Pediatric Association to prevent it from happening.  It’s amazing what education and few changes to how we care for our babies has done to the death rate from SIDS.  My point a couple week ago was some of the tactics used and the information disseminated and the affect it has on parents.  That first week my wife and I had Junior home, we were scared to go to sleep.. while we’re better now it’s still a scary thing.

Anyway, in that post, I had the director of SIDS Services-Illinois post.  This is what she wrote:

I agree with you fathers. You are the parent and you have to raise your baby in the way that you think is best for your child. But, don't you want to take advantage of the latest research in child development? Yes, it's true that babies are not intended to sleep thru the night. Waking up is the one biological defense that our otherwise defensely (sic)infants have to survival - wake up and cry to be cared for.
(Sorry tired parents).

Susie, of course you slept on your tummy. Most everyone did during the 20th century in the western world. But, there were 7000 babies dying a year due to SIDS. By flipping a baby on to his or her back, the number drops to 2200 babies. Amazing! Pretty simple.
I'd also guess that you weren't in a car seat nor did you wear a bike helmet. I even played on construction sites and drank water out of a garden hose. I'm alive and well.
But, not everyone is. These advancement in technology and research make it possible to have fewer deaths.

You're the parent, you get to decide. There are more tools in your parenting tool box than at any other time in history. Use them or not. You'll probably be one of the lucky ones - but if not, there's probably a support group for you.

She makes some good points, but at the same time she proves my point exactly.  We all slept on our tummies as kids and we’re all still alive. There are many that aren’t though and that’s where the back is best comes.

However, my main problem with this Executive Director’s comment is the last paragraph and specifically the last half sentence.  It’s this type of communication and scare tactics that I’m talking about.  “There’s a support group for you”?  That’s a classless line from an individual I would expect would have a bit more tact. 

In the end, you need to listen to the advice and the information given to us.  However, as parents and new parents out there, we need to find a way to get to a happy medium.  A place where information can be fairly and accurately passed out and a point where you’re not scaring people to death to make a point.

My First Blog Award

I’m not quite sure how to handle this… but I got my first blog award the other day.  It’s not the academy… in the blogging world (which I’m not overly familiar), it is bestowed by other bloggers.

The Sunshine Award: The Sunshine Blog Award is awarded to bloggers whose positivity and creativity inspire others in the blog world.

This was given to me by a frequent commenter… who frankly probably feels kind of lonely on here sometimes when he’s the only one commenting.

Anyway, like any good blog award, there are rules for accepting this one:

The rules for accepting the award are:
1. Put the logo on your blog or within your post
2. Pass the award to 5 bloggers
3. Link the nominees within your post
4. Let them know they received this award by commenting on their blog
5. Share the love and link to the person from whom you received this award
6. Share 5 things about yourself

I accomplished one already.

Here’s Number Two:

  1. http://lifeofanewdad.blogspot.com/ – Otter is a great writer and about a year ahead of where we are with Junior.  It’s cool to see where we’re headed as he grows up. 
  2. http://rootsandrings.wordpress.com/ – Chelsea is one of the main reasons I’m in the bloggery world.
  3. http://pippysperspective.blogspot.com/ – Great soon to be mommy blog.
  4. http://ohmygodimadaddy.blogspot.com/ – I wish I would have thought of this title for a blog first.  It sums up my feelings.
  5. http://didyoufeedthecats.blogspot.com/ – My sister-in-law’s blogging adventures.  (She had Junior’s cousin 8 hours after Junior was born.)

This award came to my from Eric (http://jugglingeric.blogspot.com/).  He’s a fellow San Antonion and a frequent commenter here on the blog… sometimes he probably feels lonely commenting… especially when I forget to respond.  Anyway, thanks Eric.

Finally, I must say five things about myself:

  1. I’m a dude.
  2. I just had a baby.
  3. I wear size 10.5 shoes.
  4. I just got the Starcraft 2 Beta key and I am royally confused.  Gaming has become much more intricate since the original Starcraft 10 years ago.
  5. I might cry when Lost comes to an end.

Time for Some Smiles!

It’s no lie that a major milestone for a father is the first time he sees his baby smile.  That and the first time he changes the diaper, but the smile is much more interesting and awesome.  (The diapers make my head hurt… more on that another day.) 

Well, about a week and a half ago we saw Junior smile for the first time.  I was bouncing him on my knee and there came a little smirk.  I read research that for many men, this is the first time they feel a bond with a baby.  I think I can attest to that.  There’s a connection there before, but the first time you see the smile the heart melts.  Since his first smile, we’ve found a few things that he really enjoys.

  1. Bouncing on a leg.
  2. Looking at someone’s face.  He had a great time the other day looking at his Grandma Mac’s face and it makes me wonder.  When he’s laughing while looking at a face, is he laughing with us or laughing at us.  Does he smile and laugh because he thinks we look strange?
  3. Being pushed around.  That’s right… my baby is the happiest when he’s being pushed around.

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I don’t think there will ever be a time that a smile like that won’t melt my heart. 

A Honeymoon from Acid Reflux

Many places talk about getting a honeymoon for a baby when they go on a new treatment for acid reflux.  Well, Junior has been amazing these past week dealing with his recovery.  He’s on super expensive fancy formula and taking heartburn medicine twice a day.  (Heartburn medicine at 6 weeks is a sad thing.) 

It’s amazing how quickly you forget all the emotions that you dealt with during the worst of times of his illness and feeling bad.  Well, last night we got a quick dose of reality as Junior had his acid reflux come roaring back with a vengeance.  It was bad.  The blood curdling screams.  The arched back.  The “crying so hard I don’t have time to catch a breath” cry.  The inability for us to settle him down.  And with each of these things, a flood of emotions for my wife and I as we remembered all of the feelings and fears that had slowly dwindled away over the past 10 days. 

We just hope and pray that Sunday night wasn’t the start of the end of the honeymoon period.  We pray that his good times will far outnumber his bad.  This is supposed to be a rollercoaster, with a bad day possible, so it’s not for sure… However, we’re just praying that God is going to continue to heal him and make him better.

The Great Driveway Flood of April 2010

When it rains in San Antonio, it pours and pours and pours.  Thunderstorms down here are rarely severe, but they dump a lot of rain.  The ground here isn’t the porous dirt I’m used to in Nebraska… instead it’s hard rock.  That means when it pours it doesn’t soak in and it flows.  This past weekend, the water of the entire neighborhood flowed right into our driveway.

Here I am trying to get the water out of the driveway and rescue the dog beds:

I walked outside to that, after I looked out our door to see this:

At about five seconds, you’ll see a floating dog bed.  One of our dogs was already inside and I asked Stunning where the other dog was.  She realized she was still outside (we didn’t know the driveway looked like this yet) so she walked to the door to let her in.  Realized there was half a foot of water on the driveway and looked down to the see the dog (she’s 18 years old) laying on the nearly floating bed with just her head out of the water.  Well at that point we couldn’t open the door, because the water would have rushed it (it already was coming through the cracks) so we had to go rescue her through the other door.  In the end, she was fine.

This was the water after it left our driveway:

A river runs through it.  This will happen again… just one of the joys of living in Texas… and considering I used to be a weatherman, I’m being serious.

Facebook Likes Things

You’ve probably already noticed the little “Like” buttons at the end of posts.  It’s something new I’m trying and I’m not entirely sure it’s working.

Nonetheless, Facebook was mad and jealous that Google was taking over the web and all services.  Microsoft was pissed that no one ever talks about them anymore.  And Yahoo! was thinking whimsically about the 1990s. 

Anyway, now Facebook is trying to get even with Google and putting extensions on every page they can.  As someone who is always willing to try the latest and greatest, I’m an early adopter.  So, please, like this post… and please like any other post you see on here. 

You’re here, but you might wonder who else is here.  Well, I love statistics, so I pay close attention to my Google Analytics.  I like to see what countries people are coming from and why they’re coming.  The why is garnered by what they searched for to find this blog.  Therefore, I wanted to share some of those with you and provide the people who will search for these terms in the future some information:

Search Term: fatherhoody / fatherhoody.com / fatherhoodie / fatherhoody blog
Times Searched: 121
Explanation: You’re at Fatherhoody.

Search Term: becoming an unexpected father
Times Searched: 4 

Explanation:  I love Junior to death, but he wasn’t part of the five year plan.  Now that he’s here, I can’t imagine a better five year plan than to have him in it.  If you’re not expecting a child and you’re freaked out, stick with it.  When you have the kid, things will fall into place.

Search Term: spouse in law school / law school spouse
Times Searched: 6
Explanation: Stunning was in law school right after we got married. We got through it and the Bar Exam.  Then we had a normal marriage.  Stick with it law school spouses… it’s only temporary, but man does it stink.

Search Term: pitchers of people with anorexia
Times Searched: 1
Explanation: I think you meant pictures.

Search Term: baby pig slut
Times Searched: 1
Explanation: This is either a reference to the Seinfeld episode “The Cartoon” or some weird internet thing that I don’t want to know about.

Search Term: choking your wife in your sleep
Times Searched: 1
Explanation:  I have never choked my wife.  I made my wife choke once by make a joke while she was eating and she almost died (that’s an exaggeration).  I would have to say if you’re choking your wife in your sleep, you might want to either a) see a counselor about how you feel about your wife or b) see a sleep expert.

Search Term: dad is an immature child
Times Searched: 1
Explanation: If this is a wife looking for this, if you’re husband (who is a dad) acts like a true child, then I think this is okay as long as they can be serious too.  If your husband acts like a teenager, then you should seek counseling.  If this is a son or daughter researching their own dad, you are blessed that your dad doesn’t take life too seriously.  I will admit that I’m both of these.  I think it will work out really well to entertain Junior as a child and really well to embarrass the hell out of him as a teenager!

Search Term: divorce rates vs. twilight
Times Searched: 1
Explanation: I wouldn’t be surprised if it increased the rate. Not sure if this is the blog for that discussion though.  t Thanks.

Search Term: father hoodie blog jack stunning
Times Searched: 1
Explanation:  This person was clearly desperate to find this blog.

Search Term: hands smell like maple syrup
Times Searched: 1
Explanation: If you’re on fenugreek to increase breastmilk production, then this might be normal.  If you ate pancakes or waffles in the morning, this is also normal.  If neither of these apply to you, seek medical attention. Something ain’t right with your hands.

Search Term: how to kill your pregnant wife
Times Searched: 1
Explanation: I would advise against it.  I would also advise not to Google your plans… it will probably be evidence.  I also doubt there is a special technique to this… It’s not like women become werewolves or vampires when pregnant.  (Husband: The knife I just stabbed into your back bent instead of piercing your skin! Wife: Of course!  I’m pregnant.)

Search Term: i slapped my pregnant wife
Times Searched :1
Explanation: That’s disturbing.  You shouldn’t do that.

Search Term: killing is not fun
Times Searched: 1
Explanation: Seriously.. Google.. I’m a Christian man that has no plans for violence.  Why do you keep bringing these people to my blog!?!

Search Term: pooping
Times Searched: 1
Explanation: No clue.

Search Term: wet in shower
Times Searched: 1
Explanation: That tends to happen.

A Suffering Son

As you read this, I think you might think this is a stretch and I’m not going to argue with you.  However, I wanted to write this and see what it sounds like and if it makes any sense.
During our Acid Reflux cry fests, I would just look at my son’s little face which was in pure agony and pure pain and my heart would break.  There was nothing I could to stop it.  There was nothing he did to deserve it.  There were no good reasons for it to happen. 
Now, before I make this next leap, and I know you know what leap I’m about to make, let it be known that I am not comparing my son to Him.  I am not saying that the suffering he had compared to Him.  However, I’m looking it from my vantage point.
To see your son suffer and feel helpless or to act helpless is one of the most excruciating things in the world.  I think when we thing of Good Friday, we often put much of the focus on Jesus (as it should be).  However, after going through this, it gives me a perspective on what God went through when Jesus suffered.  In this instance though, God chose to sat out (clearly he didn’t have to), but he did for the sake of humanity. 
How excruciating it must have been for God to sit there in Heaven with the knowledge of what he was letting happen to his son.  Unlike my position, God could stop it, but didn’t.  His sacrifice for us was not just the sacrifice of Christ, but a sacrifice the Father put himself through too.  Amazing that He would do that for us. 
As Junior was crying and crying and we tried to soothe him, I wondered if He thought we were causing his pain.  We were the ones giving him a liquid that caused burning, in his mind, were we associated with this?  Was he blaming me?  Again, I had flashes of the Passion.

About the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?”—which means, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”
Even the though of Junior thinking I was doing this to him made me sad.  This line of Christ’s will always carry some new meaning to me now.
If you go to the Psalm Jesus was quoting though, this sad verse transforms itself into something different.  That’s verse one (why have you forsaken), take a look at verse 9:
Yet you brought me out of the womb; you made me trust in you even at my mother's breast.  From birth I was cast upon you; from my mother's womb you have been my God.  Do not be far from me, for trouble is near and there is no-one to help.
Again, I know this is a stretch for people reading.  However, the suffering of my son, the pain, the terror, the exasperation on his face was a life changing thing, a faith changing thing.  It gave a new perspective of what our Lord God dealt with on that day.  It gives me a perspective of what he deals with every day looking at this broken Earth.

The Most Expensive Stuff On Earth?

As part of the treatment (or whatever the word would be in this case) for Jack’s Milk Protien Intolerance, we put him on a formula called Neocate.  I put a large amount of the credit for Jack having some Happy Baby time to this formula.  You’ve never heard of Neocate you say?  Well, not many kids are on it.  Most can go to some version of Enfamil or Similac for the intolerance stuff.  Some though need to go a step further and that is Neocate.

Here are a few things about Neocate--

1) It’s expensive.  Here’s a comparison:

Advance Infant Formula with Iron, 12.9 oz can makes 96 Fluid Ounces $14.99

Alimentum Hypoallergenic Formula, 16 oz Can makes 115 Fluid Ounces$27.90

Neocate Infant Formula 14 Oz Powder$40 on the internet ($70 in the drugstore)

Well, Stunning and I got one thing of the Neocate from the doctor.  All of a sudden, we realized we were running insanely low and this isn’t something you can run to the store to get.  You have to get it from a drugstore (there’s only one in all of San Antonio that carries it in stock and it’s $70 there) or from the internet.  We realized this on Friday, so had to get it delivered on Saturday and had to buy it in a pack of four.  Grand total for four cans of formula?

$169.00

We went from breastfeeding, which would save us thousands to the most expensive formula known to man.  I’m thinking about getting a side job at McDonald’s.

So… Is This What It’s Like?

This weekend we had a bit of a breakthrough.  We had a happy baby!  Friday night was amazing.  His feedings were like a gift from God.  He was fussy on Saturday, but not the definition of fussy Stunning and I have attached to the word.  Take a look at the differences:

From Websters:

Fussy: \ˈfÉ™-sÄ“\  adjective  1 : easily upset : irritable

Our Definition:

Fussy: \ˈfÉ™-sÄ“\  adjective  1 : HOLY CRAP HE WILL NOT STOP SCREAMING. PLEASE DON’T BE IN PAIN ANYMORE.  I AM SO SORRY YOU HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS.

I think you might be able to see a bit of a difference.  On Saturday, Junior was fussy as in Webster’s definition.  There was no pain.  It was amazing.

We had the incredible sense that this is what most parents experience.  We must say, it’s pretty awesome.  However, there’s a part of me that it makes me really sad.  Not sad that he’s better, but he turned six weeks on Sunday and we’ve really only have experienced a couple days of this.  The typical feelings and experience most people have when they bring their first child onto this Earth was stolen from us by this terrible disorder.  We’re so happy to experience just a few days. 

Please pray that this continues.  We know there’s a chance it will revert (people call it the honeymoon when they’re put on new medications/formula and see improvements before reverting), but we are so blessed that have experienced just a few days of bliss.  We would like to experience a few more though. 

Vito’s Ordination

If you don’t know who Sufjan Stevens is, you should look him up.  He’s a Christian artist, but truthfully the only christian artist music I like.  You won’t hear him on KLOVE and his lyrics are vieled in mystery, but all come back to religion.  Anyway, I ran across this song of his and think it’s really cool.  (The album version sounds better than this live performance though.)

I always knew you
In your mothers arms
I have called your name
I have an idea
Placed in your mind
To be a better man
I've made a crown for you
Put it in your room
And when the bridegroom comes
There will be noise
There will be glad
And a perfect bed
And when you write a poem
I know the words
I know the sounds
Before you write it down
When you wear your clothes
I wear them too
I wear your shoes
And your jacket too
I always knew you
In your mothers arms
I have called you son
I've made amends
Between father and son
Or, if you haven't one
Rest in my arms
Sleep in my bed
There is a design
To what I did and said

HIs songs are fun to dissect.  Clearly this is Jesus or God talking to a man (I’m guessing Vito who is going into the ministry).   The part about wearing clothes; a reference to God as Man. 

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A Phobia of Bees

I hate bees.  I also hate anything that could possibly sting me.  It’s not just a hate, but a fear.  For example, Stunning once called me and said, “There’s a wasp in the apartment.”  As a good husband, my first thought should have been, “I wish I was there to save you and kill the wasp heroically and save you from any chance of being stung.”  Instead my first thought was, “Thanks GOD I am not there right now.”  She killed the wasp before I got home using hairspray. 

Anyway, the other day I took some picture of blue bonnets here in Texas and a bee flew right toward me.  I’m happy to report, I overcame my fear for the sake of a photograph.  Take a look:

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I didn’t even get stung.  I do however hope that the bee pictured here flew into a car traveling at a high rate of speed and is now dead.

The Shame of Formula

I touched on this subject briefly yesterday, but there’s major shame involved with not breastfeeding and using formula.  Pamphlets and information across the hospital make it clear what the preference is for motherhood.  As I stated yesterday, I’m not arguing that breastfeeding is awesome and an amazing thing for a baby.  There are a ton of benefits and there’s a ton of shame in using formula. 

In the past 5.5 weeks, we’ve gone through an amazing journey… we’ve had nausea with breastfeeding, supplementing for jaundice, agony and intolerable pain with latching, a low milk supply, acid relfux, and milk-soy protein allergies.  I’m probably forgetting something, but that’s a pretty good list.  For us personally, it’s been absolutely impossible to breastfeed only because we couldn’t get a supply.  Junior would scream and scream when he was at the boob for an hour… he was still hungry.  Some literature says to let him stay hungry and go back to the boob for food.  We tried that and he was literally feeding for 12 hours straight.  I didn’t think it was fair to do this to him, so we supplemented with a bit of formula. 

Right now, we’re exclusively using formula.  Stunning has had to completely change her diet and we’ve had to wait for any of the allergen proteins to leave her body.  I must say though, when looking at the internet, you’re made to feel terrible about not breastfeeding.  A few comments I found:

A REALLY BAD IDEA - there is nothing in the formula your baby needs. Why do you want to do this?

Nutritionally, you're depriving your baby of what he/she could have in breastmilk - even one feeding.

Formula doesn't, it's artificial, made in a factory.

but read the stats, and look at the death/illness rate of formula fed infants compared to their breastfed counterparts… so despite your personal experience, you cannot deny the FACTS

It’s sad really.  We tried and we’re still trying.  I just wish there wasn’t so much pressure to breastfeed that it made mothers who don’t feel so guilty.

Any new parents knows that there’s a lot of people that will scare the hell out of you.  Birthing classes find ways to scare you.  Other parents find ways to scare you.  The internet finds a million ways to scare you.  Basically, it all boils down to the fact that if you do something (or not do something) it will somehow mean an increase chance that your baby will die. 

It’s very difficult to be a parent knowing that most of the decisions you face will lead to this increased risk.  Here are a couple areas that they scare the hell out of…

SIDS – Sudden Infant Death Syndrome:

This is a serious issue and because of great education to the masses, the rate of SIDS has decreased drastically.  However, there’s basically research showing that you can’t do anything without increasing the risk.  Stunning was reading through some information about acid reflux babies in information provided to her by a lactation specialist.  Well, reflux babies have a higher rate of SIDS.  WHY WOULD YOU HAVE THIS IN THERE?!?  People are reading this information because their kids have this and there’s little that can be done about it, but thanks for making us think about the fact that SIDS can happen because of it. 

Then there’s people on the internet.  We were researching the idea of supplementing with formula at night and breastfeeding during the day.  We ran across a Yahoo! Answers where someone said a baby would sleep better at night with formula since they don’t get as hungry as fast.  This was a response:

Babies aren't supposed to sleep through the night, this increases risk of SIDS. Definitely do not let them sleep more than five hours at a time.

Thanks.  (By the way, the formula made him sleep no longer at night.)

Breastfeeding versus Formula:

I’m with people that breastfeeding is awesome.  It makes sense that the thing babies need most would be in the milk refined for thousands and thousands of years.  However, sometimes, such as our case, it doesn’t work…  and people need to use formula.  WOW!  Search the internet to see what moms have to say about this.  Basically, if you give formula… your baby will be ADHD, dumb, unlikely to succeed in life, your bad parents for not giving breastmilk, your lazy, your baby will grow up to wear his hat backwards, and anything else that could go wrong will go wrong. 

There are other areas, like the carseat, germs, etc that have the same fear mongering associated with it.  It really makes parenting more difficult as you might imagine. So far though, I’m happy to report Junior is still alive.

Roll Over!

It was with great surprise that at the age of two weeks, Junior rolled over.  I thought it was a fluke, because he had his arm under his body during tummy time.  Well, a couple weeks later, given another opportunity, he rolled over again.  Then again.  And again.  The final time, I got my video camera and began recording:

That’s my wife and I singing in the background.

The next day, Junior started walking!!

Junior’s Picture of the Week

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Man Babies

Time for a respite from the depressing posts.  I hope you are excited to learn a bit about man babies.  To learn the most,  you need to visit the site: http://manbabies.com/ 

Now, I was hoping my submission would appear there before I posted this, but alas it has not..  The point of man babies is to switch the heads or faces of a man and his baby.  I have created two man babies.

The first man baby is of my good friend Rob and his son.  I created this man baby a couple years ago:

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Needless to say, I was pretty excited to make a man baby of my own.

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It’s not my best work.  However, you can rest assured I will make more man babies in the future and will share them with you.

Of course, Burb, my sister-in-law was quite jealous of my man-baby and requested I make one for her.  I guess this would be a woman-baby….

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My wife was not very happy.

Parental Emotions with Crying Babies

I don’t want to jinx anything at all, but I want you to know that on Wednesday night Junior had his best night ever.  It was great and we felt like real parents.  He was chill and didn’t cry once after 6pm to this writing (I’m writing it at 8pm)!  Now, I doubt things will continue to go this well, but I wanted to share in the joy that we at least had a few hours of sanity in our house.

I want to say though that this whole being a father thing is a lot harder to deal with than what I thought it would be.  It seems each night there’s a whole new set of emotions.  Explaining those emotions and telling people about them can also make you look like a real big jerk.  However, I want to try… my hope is that other fathers and people suffering with a child that has acid reflux, colic, milk protein allergy, or anything that makes a baby cry for hours and hours with no consoling can read this and hopefully know that these emotions are normal…

However, before I talk about them, I want you to know that I absolutely adore my son.  I love him more than I ever thought possible. 

  • Sadness:  Imagine looking at a person you love more than this world and watching him suffer and know there is nothing that you can do to solve the problem for the kid.  When Junior cried from this, he would cry so hard his face would turn bright red and he couldn’t even get a gasp of air because of it.  He was gasping for air so that he can cry more.  It’s absolutely terrible.
  • Frustration: When there’s nothing you can do, and especially when you don’t even know what is wrong, it is the most frustrating thing in the world to hold a baby that will not stop crying.  There are so many shameful thoughts that run through your mind in this situation that it will make you even more frustrated you’re thinking that.  In the height of the crying, I wanted someone else to take him away so that I wouldn’t have to hear it anymore.  How terrible is that?  I wanted to be a dad like no other and now I just want him to go away?
  • Guilt:  I felt terrible guilt for feeling so frustrated.  I’m a very even keel guy.  I never get angry or frustrated, so it was difficult to be in that position.  You just feel guilty and like you’re a terrible parent because you can’t handle it. 
  • Anger: Two nights ago, I was so angry that I was put in this situation.  Why, of all people and of all babies, were we given one that is in so much pain?  That’s preventing us from enjoying his first weeks on Earth?  I was mad at God for doing that to me, to my wife, to Jack… it didn’t seem fair and it still doesn’t.  The bible is full of anger toward God, but it doesn’t make you feel better knowing that. 

Those are the main ones I guess.  I know I’ll feel them again.  I know I feel terrible that I’ve felt them already.  People keep telling us that he’ll get better and this will only last for a few months… Unfortunately, when you just got done with month one… it’s hard to hear it could last 10 months.  We’ll get through it though.  Just needs some prayers for patience and healing and perseverance.  And to anyone that got here from searching Google, please know that the frustration is normal and you’ll get through it.  Just take some time to breath and know the baby is just as frustrated and angry as you are.

What’s Wrong With Junior?

From the wife today:

This is a long post—I am hesitant to write it because we have so many friends who are trying to have/expecting babies. I don’t want to scare anyone into thinking that parenthood is dreadful. So I will say that what we are going through, although not terribly uncommon, is not normal. My sister and brother both have babies who are happy and rarely fussy and sleep for hours at a time.

I didn’t have many expectations for motherhood but the one that I did have was that I would breastfeed for as long as possible (hoping to meet that 1 year mark). John and I attended the nursing 101 class and had many discussions about how he could encourage me to keep nursing even when I started to think I didn’t want to anymore. I think that we thought the hardest thing about nursing would be the “inconvenience” of it. Wrong.

First, for some reason, I developed a strange side effect of nursing: I grew increasingly nauseous every time Junior ate. I’m talking first trimester, I-might-puke-all-over-this-kid sick. That lasted about 2 weeks and then it died off. On top of that, Junior would only latch every once in awhile. We had to give him bottles half the time because he simply wouldn’t latch. Finally, early last week, we had a good rhythm: he finally started latching but he would nurse for a full hour and then would want to eat again in an hour or less. Then he began to scream bloody murder after every nursing session. A lactation specialist told me that he was just frustrated because bottles are so much faster and he was frustrated that he couldn’t get that same fast feeding from me. Of course, I thought this was ridiculous because if that were the case, wouldn’t he scream at the beginning of the feeding? After a few days of this, we started giving him a bottle when he would start crying. Luckily, I had a bit of a supply built up of pumped milk so we were good to go. Except for the fact that the kiddo usually drank 3 oz even AFTER a 60 minute feeding. We decided that something must be wrong with my supply. I went back to the lactation consultant and we found out that Junior was only getting 1 oz from me. Considering that he could down a 4 oz bottle with no problems, we were beginning to get concerned that my milk supply was low. After comparing what I was pumping to what is normal, I realized that I have a horribly low supply. Enter fenugreek and pancake smell. Unfortunately, although I did begin smelling like maple syrup, my supply remained the same. I can’t tell you how sad this all made me—I had convinced myself that I would nurse for a year and now I couldn’t even provide my son with 1/4 of what he needed at each feeding. We decided that I would stop nursing and only pump—we’d give Junior my milk from bottles during the day and formula at night (we just didn’t have enough of my milk to go without formula). It was simply too hard to nurse for 60 minutes, give a bottle, settle Junior down, and then pump to get any excess that Junior had missed (and to get a supply up for the bottles we now had to feed him). By the time all that was over, I only had about 45 minutes before Junior was ready to eat again. I was going crazy. I should say that I think it’s a shame that people make women feel so guilty about their decisions regarding nursing. There are people that are so pro-breastmilk that they forget that there is a human behind those boobs who needs sleep and sanity. I was not going to be a good mom to Junior if I kept that up. But everything I read and almost every “professional” I talked to made me feel like I was selfish if I stopped nursing, even though I couldn’t satiate Junior if I continued. Anyway, we made our decision and that first day was great! I gave Junior bottles when he got hungry and then pumped right away. He was way more chill because he didn’t spend all that time screaming out of frustration that he wasn’t getting enough food. John and I thought we’d turned a corner and that we would FINALLY have a happy baby. Unfortunately, we were wrong.

The last week or so, Junior has started to get hysterical after every feeding—even from the bottle (which he normally loves). It got worse and worse to the point that he would scream bloody murder during a feeding and for about an hour afterward. He was/is absolutely inconsolable. He is so hungry but he will take a few sips and then scream and scream and scream. So he wasn’t eating as much but then he’d wake up an hour later starving. And we’d go through it again. We finally got in to see the pediatrician and found out the news: our sweet little boy has both acid reflux and a milk protein allergy. Basically, he has such bad acid that his throat is totally raw. So every time he eats, it upsets that already irritated esophagus and he screams out of pain. But, of course, he’s still hungry so he has to basically suck it up and eat anyway—despite the fact that he is in agony. So when I thought that he was mad at not getting enough milk from me, he was actually in pain because his stomach had begun sending up all that acid to his esophagus. So low milk supply + acid reflux = super unhappy Junior.

It is, by far, the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with. It is impossible to watch him in such pain. He screams to the point where no noise comes out—one of those horrible, guttural cries. Add to that the fact that there is NOTHING we can do to calm him down or make him feel better. Mix in the lack of sleep because he truly won’t doze for long enough for us to fall asleep too. We usually get an hour of sleep and then he’s up for an hour and a half screaming. Rinse and repeat. It’s horrible. But at least now we have a diagnosis. The pediatrician prescribed Zantac—it’s weird and sad giving my one month old prescription medication but we are praying that it will work. We also switched to a special (and freaking expensive!) formula that is supposed to neutralize acid in his stomach so it won’t come up to his throat. Finally, I have to cut out all milk and milk proteins from my diet so that it doesn’t pass to my milk (and thus to Junior). I didn’t think it would be that hard because it’s easy to avoid cheese, yogurt, etc. But I was wrong: milk proteins are in everything! Even the stuff where milk is removed still has the proteins left. We are so praying that this will all heal our little boy. The doctor said not to expect him to be better for about two weeks (TWO WEEKS?!?!?!) and we are sincerely asking for you to pray that it works. Today was his first full day on all the medicine, formula, etc. and there wasn’t much improvement. He went three feedings without screaming but then freaked out again (I am writing this post in the middle of the night after one of his scream fests). I really cannot tell you how much we’d appreciate your prayers. Thanks everyone!

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Acid Reflux in a Baby

The feeding issues continue in our household.  In fact, this weekend, I feel like they’ve come to a head.  I’m fairly certain Junior is suffering from acid reflux and it specifically gets quite bad from about 5pm to midnight.  Not quite sure why on the timing, but that’s when it seems to bother him the most. 

Specifically, the reflux will surface after he eats about 2 ounces, then he will get very fussy and it will grow from there.  Eventually, he’ll get the “pain” cry, arch his back, and will be impossible to settle down for at least an hour.  It’s difficult as parents to see your child go through something that clearly is very painful. 

We’re trying a couple of things to make it better… specifically feeding him sitting up and keeping him upright after he gets done eating.  We thought maybe the breastmilk might be causing a problem.  Lately, we’ve been supplementing with formula at night and breastmilk in the day.  Since he gets fussy at night, we thought maybe it was the day of breastmilk causing the problems.  Therefore, on Sunday we switched over to all formula.  He was still “refluxy” at night (it seemed), but maybe not quite as bad as Saturday night.

The hardest part is seeing him in pain and also seeing that he’s hungry, but when he eats he’ll get 10 to 15 seconds worth of sucking and then go crazy with the pain cry.  That’s why I think it’s more acid than gas (more of a reflux than colic problem). 

We’re going to the doctor’s today.  However, I want to hear other stories from parents that have dealt with either a colicy or refluxy baby.  What did you do?  Was their relief?

I’m very interested in Enfamil Nutramigen and Simlac Alimentum.  Anyone have experience using these?

Good Friday

The parakeet story will have to wait… this post from my wife is just too important..

As you might know, my sister had her little boy just a few hours after Junior arrived. Her son looks absolutely, positively like his dad. It’s actually kind of crazy how much of him I see in Junior’s cousin’s sweet little face. Of course, it got me thinking: who does Junior look like? Frankly, John and I have come to grips with the fact that we think our baby is slightly generic looking. Cute, but generic. We honestly don’t think that he looks like either one of us. Someone told me that he has my nose but I don’t see how that’s possible seeing as how I have a big nose with a huge bump on it and his is a perfect little baby nose. Anyway, I decided to look at our baby pictures—since he doesn’t look like a grownup version of his mom or dad, perhaps he resembles one of us at his age?

Me

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John

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Junior

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I personally still think he doesn’t really look like either one of us (although he is a chunkster like his dad). What do you think?

Flashback: Lou Ferigno the Parakeet

This post is from another blog that I wrote this past summer... You need this background to understand tomorrow's blog post:


Well,  you might remember that we’re proud owners of a pet parakeet.  It’s name is Lou Ferrigno.  For more information about Lou, please see earlier posts about Lou1 and Lou2.

You might also remember how I created the most awesomest cage ever for Lou1.  Lou1 flew away before he could experience it.  Lou2 lived there after that.  
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That’s the cage.  It’s amazingly awesome.  Bells and nests and even a NESTING BOX!!  The nesting box is at the bottom there in the corner.  (I took a box I found in the guest house and cut some holes it in… I later found out my mother-in-law was saving that box to give to a friend… oops.  I’m not a very good guesthouse house guest.)

The other night, Stunning and I went over there and we couldn’t find Lou2.  Then I saw his little tail sticking out of the nesting box I made.  How exciting!! He was using the box I made for him.  What an awesome little bird I have! 

The next morning I came and uncovered Lou2’s cage.  (I cover it up each night to protect from the chilly weather and give him some privacy while he’s getting ready for bed.)  I couldn’t find Lou in there though.  I looked in the box and there he was just chilling out.  I smiled.

Then I wanted him to come out of the box so I could play with him and get him used to my touch.  I opened the cage and shook the box a little, but he wouldn’t come out.  Then I got some of the newspaper and pushed it in there and he didn’t move!! 

I had taped the box shut, but I needed an emergency extraction so I ran to get a knife.  I cut open the box to find Lou2’s cold dead body.  Lou2 had died!!!  I dumped him out and cried a little. 
It was still within PetSmart’s 2 week guarantee.  If their pets die within two weeks, you can bring it back and exchange it.  (Kinda morbid, but it worked out well for us.)  Stunning took Lou2 back and now we have Lou3!!!

Lou3 was squaking and freaking out in the box as Stunning brought him home…making all kinds of noise and flying around so much that the box was shaking. She said that she was scared that Lou3 had heard the rumors about what happens to parakeets that go home with the Campbells. I told her that Lou3 was just living up to his name…and that he was going to be the best Lou Ferrigno yet! He was just angry and, afterall, you won’t like him when he’s angry.

By the way, Stunning insisted that we name Lou3 “Lou Ferrigno” too. Why, you ask? Because she thinks it will be hilarious for a little 3 or 4 year old Jack to talk about his bird, "Lou Ferrigno.”

There’s a good chance my wife will be in a continual state of wanting pancakes.  That’s because over the next few weeks there’s a good chance she’ll smell like a hot pile of steaming pancakes drenched with maple syrup.  This isn’t some type of strange fat guy fantasy… It’s the truth.

Remember adventures in breastfeeding?  Well, the adventures have continued.  After I wrote my last post about it, Stunning developed extreme nausea while trying to feed from the boob.  She lost her appetite and said it was similar to the first trimester nausea.  Awesome.  Apparently, there’s a rare side effect to breast feeding, which is nausea and my wife is one in a million that had it.  Luckily that slowly disappeared.  It still rears its head every once in awhile, but nothing too extreme.

Then after the nausea went away, breastfeeding became extremely painful.  Like to the point that her toes would curl.  Yikes.  That was fun.. not really.

Then we have discovered over the last week and a half that she’s not producing enough milk.  If you see a lactation specialist, they weigh the baby before a feeding, let the mom feed and then weigh him afterward to see how much he took in.  Well, we were having some problems so we went to see the lactation person once and she was extremely helpful.. we thought we had it all figured out.  Then things deteriorated again…

Junior would basically sit at the boob and drink non-stop for almost an hour.  When the hour was up, he’d be in a state of panic.  He would stop latching and just go crazy.  We tried everything, but then we gave him a bottle of pumped milk, he drank another 2 ounces from it and then fell asleep.  This happened multiple times… clearly 50 minutes is not long enough, because my wife’s boobs aren’t giving him enough.  She made another appointment.

This time she had a different expert (what a strange job that would be, by the way) and this lady weighed him and then left for 45 minutes as Stunning breast fed… and then weighed him again and in 45 minutes he drank 1 ounce.  ONE OUNCE!!  After that, he was spastic crying and going crazy.. clearly hungry.  This lactation person though was close to a grade A dummy.  She said he was crying because he was probably having acid reflux.  She said one ounce was enough because “breast milk has more calories than formula”.  Ummm last time I checked, babies go by when their stomach is full not by looking at the nutritional facts on the side of a breast.  (“200% of my daily sodium?  Do you have a light version of your left breast mom?”)

Anyway, Stunning left that appointment in a state of shock.  The lady said that 1 ounce was enough, when we all know it’s not.  The kids an eater.  He’ll down one ounce in 2 minutes and then down another 3 if he’s hungry enough.  Then the fact that a supplement bottle will settle him down makes it clear that acid reflux isn’t a problem.

In the end, Stunning got in contact with another lactation lady from Madela (quite possibly the best company out there) and this lady said that indeed she was very low on milk production.  She suggested Fenugreek.  It’s a supplement that is used to increase milk production.  Well, it’s also used in cheap oatmeal… to make oatmeal smell like maple syrup.  That’s right… a side effect of Fenugreek is that you’ll start to smell like maple syrup.

My wife is going to become a big steaming pile of pancakes.

First Day Back…

Yesterday was my first day back at work, as you may have read yesterday… if that post yesterday made any sense at all.  I barely remember writing this.

You don’t really realize how much work you do at work on a daily basis until you’re gone for an extended period.  Then when you come back, there’s a lot to do!  Needless to say, yesterday was a very busy day and beyond that it made it worse when you are also very exhausted.

However, the toughest part by far was being away from my wife and son.  He’s a beautiful baby, but goodness gracious can he be fussy!  I love him to death, but when you see “perfect baby” in the dictionary… it’s not our kid.  He has two main times to be fussy… the first is in the morning from 6am to noon.  The second is from 9pm until midnight.  It’s not fussy that he has colic or something like that, it’s just typical fussiness at inopportune times.

Therefore, the hardest part about going back to work was to leave my wife at home handling it all herself.  For the time I had off, it was truly a two person job.  Now, it’s being forced into a one person job and that’s just not easy.  You combine some pregnancy hormones on top of that and it’s a crazy recipe. 

I came home for lunch, but that was only about 20 minutes (I live 20 minutes from work), so that gave her an opportunity to shower and be separated from the baby some. 

On Sunday night, she asked if I was excited to “get a break”.  I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I was and I told her that.  The worst part though is that she gets no break!  Well, she will… but by the time she gets a break he’ll be sleeping through the night… or at least for a four hour stretch.

Anyway, the next challenge is to find a routine for us to be on, since our old routine is now bunk.

Love What You Do.

I’m talking about where you work and what you do.  I mean, you should always love what you do as a matter of hobbies and life.  However, I’m here to tell you to actually love what you do 40 or more hours per week. 

Today, I’m headed back to work after the birth of my son.  Today will be the longest time I’ve spent away from him.  Previous to this, I have been away approximately 1 hour on an emergency grocery shopping trip.  However, the ability to stick around with my kid was a direct result of the fact that I’m actually working at a place that I absolutely love.

It’s been a decently long path to get here.  I graduated college with a degree in meteorology and worked at TV stations in Omaha and LaCrosse, Wisconsin.  I wanted to be a meteorologist since I was in the 5th grade, but when I finally arrived in my dream positions, they offered less than to be desired.  I made the difficult choice after four years to find something else to do.  I “retired” from tv after five years when I moved to San Antonio.

I moved down here unemployed and began job searching.  (I’ll follow up tomorrow about how I got this job.)  I got the job after a couple months of being down here.  It’s for a company called Rackspace.  It’s consistently ranked as one of the top places to work in the country and I know why.

In the media business, budgets are being cut and positions are being slashed.  Rackspace has continued to hire people throughout this entire recession. 

Here’s what I love about the position though… they’re interested in me growing as an employee and an individual.  They’re interested in finding the ways that I’m motivated and motivating me through those means.  It’s a place where I can go to work wearing shorts and still be dressed better than a vice president.  The pressure is on your work performance and not other means. 

Rackspace is interested in customer service, so in my position I get the extraordinary power to do what is necessary for the customer. 

Anyway, I’ll end this rambling post about my job (I’m sleep deprived, so I apologize for the lack of organization of these next few posts).  However, it’s been an amazing time home with my kid… afforded to me by a great company that I love what I do.  These next few days will be difficult, but at least I’m not going to a job that I hate.  Instead, I’m going to one I love.