Finally! Vincent is asleep and has been asleep for a whopping 30 minutes! So I’m trying to cram in as much “chilling out” as I can. I don’t really have a ton going on. I’ll break it down into chunks, though:
Um. I think I mentioned that I’m back to work, and that back to work for me means working in my office upstairs. It’s awesome. I can see Jim and the baby on my breaks. Not so awesome: It means I hear Vincent crying while I’m up there, and then I’m plagued with Working Mom Guilt. Definitely Not Awesome: It also means that when I come downstairs for breaks, I can get into fights with Jim.
Yes, I know it’s just the stress and fatigue of having a newborn, but man, the fights are getting to me.
Speaking of fatigue, let’s go to the next topic…
Babies, sleeping, rolling, and swaddling
All I can say is I can’t wait for Vincent to sleep through the night. And he has a couple of times. But so far, he is mostly still on a three hour feeding schedule. Occasionally, he’ll stretch out to four hours–a couple of times, to six!–but just today, he wanted to eat a mere 2 1/2 hours after the beginning of his last feeding. Yeeeeup. And he’s getting to where he’s fighting sleep now, too. His beloved swing? Now he sometimes cries when he gets put into it. We’re thinking that it’s because he knows we’re trying to get him to sleep. Swaddling? Heck, I tried that earlier today. Sure, he fell asleep quickly–and then he was up 20 minutes later.
Also, swaddling is now questionable since my little guy started rolling both ways. Now I’m nervous no matter what. Some say not to swaddle when the baby shows any signs of rolling, period, end of story. Then others say swaddling keeps the babies from rolling in their sleep in the first place, so it’s actually safer.
My thought is this: Vincent has rolled both ways, sure, but he’s not particularly good at it. It seems to take him a lot of effort, and I’ve never seen him roll over in his sleep. He only rolls to his side in his sleep, and I doubt he can roll at all at this point if he’s swaddled. Also, two months old seems way too young to have “outgrown” swaddling. Especially when you consider that so many other parents swaddle their kids up to 9 months. Um, yeah. Those kids are rolling, I guarantee.
And yet, because I’m a nervous wreck about everything these days, I will only swaddle him with his arms in his Halo Sleepsack when I’m awake and can keep an eye on him. Other than that, I keep his arms out, so if he does roll over and ends up face down during the night, he at least has his arms to help him out.
Sometimes, though, I have to take a deep breath and remind myself that I have a bazillion nieces and nephews who were NOT swaddled, had loose blankets in their cribs, and even–gasp!–slept on their tummies. It may not be the recommended practice now, but they lived through it.
Wow, look at all that I just wrote about swaddling. You can tell my priorities have changed.
Uh oh, the little man is waking up. Time to hurry up and mention that last thing.
Tests came back, and yup, my gallbladder will definitely have to be removed. Not only do I have several gallstones, but my gallbladder is infected. They said right now, my other organs look great, but the fear is that they will also become infected, so the gallbladder needs to come out. The sooner, the better.
Originally, I scheduled the surgery for Tuesday, but then I thought that there was no way I’d have PTO after my maternity leave, so I asked them to reschedule it. (I’ve yet to hear back from them.) Turns out I do have some PTO, but I don’t have enough to take off what everyone else seems to take off after their surgeries, which is two weeks. And, of course, my work won’t let me come back after the surgery without a work release from the doctor.
Thankfully, when I expressed my concern to the girl at the office regarding time off following the surgery (which is I’m the only one working in this household and just took an 8 week maternity leave, I don’t have MONEY for much time off work), she assured me that because I work from home, the doctor was likely to okay me to go back to work within a couple of days. “As long as you don’t bend, twist, or lift anything over 20 pounds,” she said.
Awesome. We should be good then. Just need to get the damn thing out now. And it’s supposed to be an easy, routine thing they do.
Of course, they say that about c-sections, too. And we all know how that worked out for me. To say I’m anxious about having my gallbladder removed is an understatement.
ETA: Holy crap, Vincent didn’t wake up! He’s been asleep for a whole hour and a half now! OMG, I might even have time to pee! YAY.