Is anybody still out there? I haven’t blogged in ages but I’ve been lurking, still popping on every once in awhile to read and catch up on everyone’s lives.
We’re in the 5th month with our wonderful IVF baby and so far, so good. There have definitely been some difficulties and adjustments, but we’re learning as we go.
Baby C is about 4.5 months old, and just about 19 lbs, comfortably wearing 9 month clothes. She’s off the charts in weight and head circumference and at 95th percentile for height. Needless to say she loves to eat. I’m still nursing when I’m home, pumping when I’m at work, and she does get mostly formula on the 3 days a week I go to work. She hated it at first, and it’s still not her favorite, but she’ll take it.
At her 4 month checkup a couple weeks ago the doctor suggested we try rice cereal. That’s been interesting. The spoon makes her gag, she makes a lot of faces, and she might swallow about 1/10th of a baby spoon’s worth in the whole process. It still doesn’t seem like she’s quite interested yet, so we aren’t pushing it. Maybe we’ll try it again in a couple weeks.
The biggest crisis we’ve had in the last month has been with bedtime. At just about 4 months old, she was still going to bed when we did, around 11, nursing, and being put in her rock n play sleeper in our room. Then suddenly, she decided not to sleep anymore. After a few nights of her staying up and crying until 2 am, we were getting pretty desperate. Then at her 4 month checkup, the doctor said she should really be in her own room by this age, and her bassinet wasn’t working anymore, so we thought we’d give the crib a shot.
We tried a bedtime routine: take a bath, nurse, go down in the crib. The doc gave us an article with some guidelines, basically saying the baby should be put down to bed while drowsy, but not totally asleep. We decided to try this new routine the night of her appointment. What a rookie mistake. She’d received her 4 month shots that day, and while she seemed fine during the day, it was not the best time to introduce something totally foreign. We let her cry it out for about 30 minutes, going in every 5 minutes to soothe her. She was getting increasingly sweaty and upset (and so was I). Finally she made herself spit up, I heard her gagging, and I ran in there to pick her up. We took her temperature and she had a fever of 103! Called the doctor, talked to an on-call nurse who said to give her some baby Tylenol, and monitor it. Fortunately she was knocked out, the fever subsided, and we let her sleep in our room that night. I still haven’t recovered from the guilt. Her first fever and we let her cry! WTF.
A couple more unsuccessful nights of letting her kinda cry it out, and I had had it. Several of my friends swear by the method, but my baby appeared traumatized, and so was I. I’m sure a few nights of letting her cry for 30 minutes to an hour didn’t cause any long-term psychological damage (hopefully), but it was awful, and it did not work for us.
So, we’ve switched to a more gentle way of doing things. Starting at 9:30, I take her to my bed to nurse, like she’s used to. She usually falls asleep, and once she’s out, I carry her to her room and plop her in her crib. Sometimes she wakes up and cries, and wants a few more minutes with the boobs, but now she’ll even fall asleep in the crib even if she wakes up. She stares longingly at her baby Einstein aquarium, I rub her belly, and she drifts off to sleep, for the most part. We also bought a D’ohm white noise machine at Buy Buy Baby, which has been amazing. This baby loves her white noise.
As far as her demeanor and personality, she is a delight. She is all smiles and happy babbles from the minute she wakes up, until she goes to sleep. She is so aware and alert; her head is on a swivel. She isn’t rolling over, which she should be by this point, but she’s close. The doc said she might just be too big. She practically does sit-ups on her own, and her legs are so strong. This week, she discovered her feet at her changing table, and has successfully gotten them into her mouth. Everything goes in the mouth. She grasps with both hands and in it goes. I’m also losing hair in chunks, which can all be found in her sticky little hands. She’s had some big belly laughs this week, and starting sticking out her tongue in imitation of her weird parents. She’s amazing.
That’s all for now. I’ll try not to disappear for such long stretches. XOXO.