The People’s Choice.

It never fails to amaze me, the glaringly obvious things one manages to overlook until they are pointed out by others. It honestly didn’t occur to me that I could, for instance, feed Simone pumped bottles most of the time and nurse only occasionally. Or continue with the nipple shield even though Simone is past her due date, the date by which the lactation consultants stressed that she should no longer be using it. I’m not sure where I got the idea that I had to either breastfeed nearly all feedings or give up the boob entirely; perhaps the sleep deprivation is finally catching up with me. I have ordered some Domperidone, and until it gets here I am feeding bottles of pumped or frozen milk, letting Simone nurse once in a while, just for kicks. If she gets shrieky, I do not persist.
It has made a vast difference in my productivity—whereas before I was able to get nothing done save the endless roundel of feed the baby/change the baby, now I am able to accomplish one non-baby-related item each day! You can check my math, but I am pretty sure that is an increase. My mood has improved as well (y=1/x, where y= favorable mood and x=screaming baby), so when the Domperidone arrives and I take another shot at nursing, I will be better able to handle a bit of infant resistance.

Simone has been the unfortunate recipient of some stripe of virus, and last night after quite a lot of diaper-related unpleasantness, a fever, and the saddest, wailiest baby cry, I called the pediatrician to see whether I could give Simone a jigger of infant Tylenol and was taken aback when the nurse asked me to bring my daughter into the emergency room. You know, where the sick people go. For emergencies.
At the hospital, the doctor wanted to know Simone’s medical history, and as I answered the questions he kept looking up and gaping at me in disbelief. I started to feel a little embarrassed, like I was being overdramatic, or as if he might wonder whether I had Munchausen by Proxy—two episodes of acute renal failure? How long was she on the intrajugular heparin drip? I had responded to his initial “Does she have any health problems?” with “No,” incidentally. (Ok, so I forgot about the reflux. And the oxygen).

Anyway, Simone’s electrolytes were fine, her fever wasn’t worrisomely high, and today she seems much better. In fact, she appears to be learning how to smile—oh, she has smiled before, in her sleep and such, but suddenly this week she seems able to focus on our faces, and when I collect her from her crib in the morning, she seems happy to see me, and now, now, when I waggle Gunther the Giraffe—a favorite rattle—in front of her, she will sometimes smile, revealing a previously invisible dimple in her right cheek. Watching her suddenly discover the world and find it delightful is the best part of having a baby so far.

It has been suggested, by some, that there is something…fishy about Simone’s eleven consecutive Baby of the Week wins. (I know! I am just as surprised as you are). I would hate to see my baby’s good name tarnished, so for this round I am opening up the voting. I look forward to showing the naysayers that my daughter has earned her victories by dint of hard work—fat little cheeks and starfish fingers don’t grow themselves, you know. To prevent Simone from gaining an unfair advantage due to her notoriety, the other contestants are all famous babies in their own right.

Voting ends tomorrow morning at 9am, CST.

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