Baby news... and blues

Tomorrow the Princess will be 3 weeks old. In the very short time she's been in the outside world she has accomplished quite a few things. These include:

• Sleeping through the night on the day she was born (Midnight to 6am)

• Trouble with digesting milk protein which led to:

1. Having tummy x-rays taken
2. Having blood work done
3. Having her formula switched to one with pre-digested proteins (YUM!)

• Spending a week on the above mentioned formula only to discover she also has a fairly serious milk allergy which causes:

1. Infant acne
2. Wheezing
3. Stomach pain
4. Gas
5. Spitting up
6. Crying
7. General fussiness
   

• Being switched to a specialty formula that has to be ordered through a pharmacy and costs nearly $40 a can

• Rolling from her stomach to her back (yesterday!)

In other news... it's also been discovered that I am allergic to the Princess. Okay not her, but the laundry soap her clothes are washed in (Dreft). So, along with having a fussy baby and very little sleep, I am also covered in hives from just below my ribs to behind my ears. All in all, not a very attractive sight at the moment.

Munchkin likes his baby sister, but is still unimpressed with the fact that she can't do anything yet. He does like to show her off, and wants to wear his "I'm the big brother" shirts as soon as they come out of the laundry.

Her Royal Highness is proclaiming it lunchtime so I've got to go before my eardrums start bleeding (this child would give the Banshees a run for their money)... more soon.

Photos... as promised

The Princess...

For those of you that don't know, (which would be pretty much anyone not related to me) I had a baby on Friday, March 30 at 11:31am. She weighed 8lbs6oz and was 20.75 inches long.

She shall from here on in be known as The Princess. Why? Mostly the sheer amount of crap the child had amassed before she was even born. She won't need diapers for 3-4 months or clothes for almost a year. I've actually packed up some of the gifts we got simply because I have no room for them until they are actually needed in a few months.

I will post pictures as soon as I get the blog switched over to password protected. Call me paranoid, but the whole stolen newborn thing in the the news lately has made me a little wary. Also. I've discovered that I am often visited by a few people I would prefer not to share news about my children with. Those of you that have already emailed me, I will put you on the list. Anyone else that still wants to visit needs to email me soon.

Times they are a changin'...

Within the next few days I'll be switching this blog over so that only those that I have pre-approved to read it will be able to. If you are a friend or family member that stops by regularly (or even not so regularly), please email me at: blueeyes180@yahoo.com and let me know which email address you want me to put on the allow list for you.

Bun in the oven=Urine in the fridge?

At my doctor's appointment yesterday I found out several things:

1. My iron level has at last reached an acceptable level and I will no longer be lectured about the dangers of anemia.
   
2. I'm having possible symptoms of pre-eclampsia and therefore will need to undergo an additional test(s) to determine if I do in fact have it.
3. For 24 hours, I will have to have a bio hazard jug of my own urine in the fridge which upon the 24th hour is to be driven to the hospital to be tested.
4. In addition to having pee in my fridge next to the orange juice and having to take it for a drive, I will also get to surrender an undisclosed amount of my blood upon arrival at the hospital. Yea needle!

Oh what fun it is to be pregnant. I also get to attend my second baby shower on Sunday afternoon. My mothers-in-law (yes, I have two) our hosting this one, and while I appreciate the time and effort that they've put into it, I really don't want to go. I dislike parties anyway, and really dislike ones where I'm stuck being the center of attention. My doctor diagnosed it as Social anxiety disorder years ago, which is a fancy medical way of saying that crowds (even small ones) of people make me have panic attacks, tense up, and just generally feel icky. Granted, this isn't something that's known by my in-laws. Being pregnant on top of the aforementioned ickiness, just makes for an even better time.

It's almost over, right?