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March 29, 2008
One week
Owen is the gassiest little thing I've ever seen. A couple times a day, and usually once at night, he becomes impossible to console for any length of time. In fact, about the only thing that keeps him happy is nursing, even if there's no way he could be hungry. If we're lucky, he deflates multiple times and then he's happy as a clam again. If we're not we spend an hour and a half flipping him from one position to another, feeding him gas drops, rubbing his tummy and feeling like we're absolutely useless.
Also, I've never seen someone work so hard to poop. For someone who's emptying himself of a practically liquid product, he grunts and strains up a storm.
I suppose I need to start cutting things out of my diet, but I don't really eat a lot of gassy foods to start with. I'm not sure how I'll survive if I have to give up chocolate, since I'm unable to stop eating it even for the sake of my waistline, much less on the off chance that it's causing problems for Owen. I mean, if I *knew* I could stop, because I wouldn't knowingly cause him pain.
Speaking of chocolate, I still don't understand how I gave birth to a nearly 8 pounds of baby and his associated fluids and placenta, but when I came home I had only lost 11 pounds. And since I didn't have an IV at the hospital, I didn't even have the excuse of being pumped full of fluids. Up until this morning, I had only lost a couple pounds. As of this morning, I'm down 16. I don't know what I was doing in my sleep last night, but I like the results!
We finally had Jamie's birthday party today. It went well, the kids had fun, Jamie was fawned over, Katie was happily included and Owen slept.
Have I mentioned that life is good?
Posted by me at March 29, 2008 10:21 PM