Golden Pig Tales

Over the desert and through the sky to Grandpa’s house we flew.

Ezra’s plane trip was all snot and spit and ended with a big poo.

When we arrived at grandpa’s home calm was all we knew.

Smells of turkey and stuffing made hungry bodies and minds that of a loon.

Before we became crazed, we sat before the food boon.

While -v- and I ate, Ezra stared and began to drool.

Soon the turkey became the milk for Ezra’s first Thanksgiving food.

The days passed and our sickness grew and spread to everyone we knew.

After days of snot and leftovers with television, it was time for us to move.

Now we are home and happy we went for Ezra’s known family grew.

Ezra is 1/4 year old today!

He is way more fun now than he was as a newborn. If I had to do it all over again, I would give birth to a 3 month old.

I’ve been thinking that it’s not fair to make people go back to work so soon in a baby’s life. It’s really not fair that moms/dads who need to go back to work end up getting to spend 8 or 10 or 12 weeks at home with the crying, fussing, eating pooping machines that are newborns. Just when the baby gets to be fun, your leave time is up and if you can’t stay home, you have to take your fun little 3 month old to daycare for someone else to care for and enjoy, only to bring him home and find him so tired because he doesn’t nap well at daycare, that he falls asleep before 6pm. That’s totally not fair. Luckily for us, I guess, we only have to do this 2 times a week.

Tomorrow and Friday I get to spend all day at home with Ezra! Yay!

Yay! Ezra is now 3 months old. I only hope the 3 month old Ezra is as much fun as the 2 month old Ezra. The 2 month Ezra was way more fun to be with than the 1 month old Ezra, so hopes are high for more fun times to come with the 3 month old Ezra!

Before we know it, he will be talking back, wanting to borrow the car, and asking us for money!

After a tense couple days of Ezra and I adjusting to another again after almost a week apart, the weekend has proven to be both a bonding and relaxing experience. Even with the potential of Ezra being sick or feeling bad because of his immunization shots, the days have been relaxing, and Ezra didn’t become sick or fussy. He has slept a lot this weekend, which could have a little to do with me being sane and happy but it’s not the only reason. He’s been more calm during the day. He got fussy, but after two months I am have become more confident and proficient at knowing what he wants and needs. And though there was a lot of poop pooped yesterday, and today Ezra seems to have been a spit up factory creating many new abstract pieces of art that will soon wash away, it was just life.

Ezra has return home! Ezra is back! Let the crying, crankiness, craziness, fussiness, sleeplessness, drowsiness, confusion, self doubt, chaos, tension, poopy diapers, spit up, reflux, holding, soothing, bathing, washing, cleaning, walking, waking, wishing, wondering, worrying, talking, holding, bouncing, singing, feeding, burping and FUN begin!

Ezra has been reported as doing fine. Calm and not too fussy.

Ezra is missed. I don’t feel the tension of being on call to action by Ezra. I feel I am  weaker by the days he is away. For I am getting lazy. I have been sleeping eight hours without stop. I have been sitting around in the same place for long periods of time. I haven’t felt the rush of tension when Ezra needs have me march round the house and bounce to calm him. I don’t feel the instinct to awake and check to make sure Ezra is alive.  I have lost my edge.

I have summed my life experience of Ezra’s moods from birth to now. I have equated he has two time states: one in the morning and one in the evening.

I have equated that Ezra during the morning is a fun loving baby that is quiet and calm (most of the time) when awake. Ezra during the morning time is actually a bliss to be with. He smiles and looks around at the world. He doesn’t fidget much. He even seems to poop more freely thus avoiding a tense and unsuccessful poopy dance.

I have also equated that during the evening Ezra begins to transition to fussy baby. The quiet and calm baby becomes loud and fidgety. He cries and screams more often, and he has more poopy dances that don’t result in poops. He is just more tense.

I reason these two time states of Ezra exist because during the morning time Ezra has had the most sleep, so his mind and body are calm and rested. And that I have also had the most sleep and don’t project my tension to him. (This is not to mean when I first wake up I am happy and full of joy, but once I have had some caffeine and submitted to the fact I will not be getting more sleep I wake up and cheer up and enjoy the calm and fun loving baby.)

It is still the morning time. All the cries and screams of last night feel like they came from a different baby than the one I was with this morning and the one now sleeping next to me.

The day rest of the day was good. Ezra was calm and only the only time he got fussy was when he did his poopy dance. He did not puke and only spit up a few time after feeding and not an hour after feeding and not the amount or consistency that he puked up yesterday. AND he has had many poop and pee filled diapers, so despite there being a very slim change of him having Pyloric Stenosis all symptoms point to acid reflux.

-v- will probably still be taking him into the doctors on Monday or some day next week to have him checked for acid reflux. We will continue to hold him upright for thirty minutes after feeding, which seems to have solved the large amounts of puke and spit up experienced yesterday. We will also continue to track and note his feeding, pooping, and peeing habits.

I am sure if the puking and large amounts of spit would have happened earlier or later or later in his life Pyloric Stenosis would have not been thought or been suggested to be the cause for it is something that typically only occurs in babies between 4 to 8 weeks old. (Ezra is over five weeks old for those people who still use weeks to count the age of a child after the first month has passed. To me he his one and a half months old.)

After last night, and this morning, and today, and now, it seems that he only has a case of acid reflux, which we have read and have been told is very normal in babies.

Yes, being a parent makes you crazy and consider the worse when something is wrong with your baby. It will keep you up all night long and all day long.

During the chaos of parenthood there are moments when you are holding the baby and you just need to quickly set the baby down for a few seconds to adjust a hold, or to search for the pacifier, or to wipe the tears from your eyes, or to scratch an itch. So you try to find the quickest and safest spot. Inevitable, it seems, that right as you set the baby down the baby spits up.

Usually, the spot for me to set Ezra down has been our couch in our main living area, which now has a collection of stains caused by baby spit up. Unfortunately none of the stains looks like Elvis or Jesus, so I can’t claim our baby’s spit up has qualities of rapture. One stain looks like a pair of lips. One looks like a beetle, and another stain looks like an amoeba, and yet another a sperm. The longest one and the most defined looks like the head and neck of a duck or goose.

Of course, as with all things religious, one may just need to look deeper, so maybe Elvis or Jesus are hidden some where in these spit up stains that I now see as something else, so before we get the couch cleaned next week I will take photos, so maybe I can try to find the hidden rapture in the spit up stains of Ezra.

Birthday one begins twenty-four hours after the baby is born. Day two and day three to day six are birthdays, too. Day seven, week one, is a birthday. From then on, birthdays occur every week until the fourth week.

After the fourth week the next birthday is the day with the same numerical value of the the day of birth, but the next calendar month after birth. (Here is where -v- has these weird ideas that the counting of months as birthdays doesn’t being until the second month after the baby is born. For example. I think last Friday was Ezra’s birthday because it was the seventh of September and Ezra was born on August seventh. I will not celebrate today as Ezra’s birthday for I am on the month system. -v- believes today is Ezra’s birthday for it is the fifth week since his birth and she says she won’t begin the month counting for birthdays until October 7th, two months after his birth.)

The second, third, fourth to eleventh months of the same numerical days as the day of birth are birthdays until the first year.

After the first year then birthdays are celebrated every year.

(-v- believes it is okay to revert back to counting the months as birthdays for months thirteen to twenty-three. She believes year birthdays officially begin after the second year.)

After the eighteenth birthday (in America) the child is considered an adult. And as an adult what they celebrate is up to them. As individuals we seem to forget birthdays after the eighteenth until the twenty-first birthday, which is the legal drinking age in America. Then after the twenty-first we wait until thirtieth to care much about birthdays. After the thirtieth birthday it seems birthdays with 0’s are important and the birthdays with 5’s sort of important. The fortieth birthday is big in the minds of many because it is considered middle age. The eightieth and ninetieth birthdays are birthdays that should be celebrated as much as possible. Any year birthday over one hundred is something news worthy.

…I will celebrate every birthday of Ezra’s.