Ha, yesterday was my due date. I can't even begin to imagine how awful I would have been or felt if I'd had Baby yesterday. In all reality, they would have induced me last week at 39 weeks, so I wasn't in "danger" of that, but still. Crazy how things work out. Instead, we've had three amazing weeks to get to know Little Mister and LOVE him so much.
So almost immediately after his two week well child appt last week, his eating behavior changed. He started spitting up large amounts and seemed very uncomfortable and gassy. So, last weekend we got gas drops which I think helped a little but he continued to spit up a LOT. Jim had enough when Baby threw up all over him as we were walking out the door this morning. So he called the doctor and they were able to see him this afternoon. Jim took him, as both Bigs were sleeping in the van, so I stayed with them. The doctor said while it isn't presenting clearly as one thing, it COULD be reflux or (gasp) colic. So we have a prescription for reflux and the doctor said we can keep using gas drops and can use Gripe water if we want (which is supposed to be colic relief). The good news is that he weighed in at a whopping 9 lbs 11oz, which means he is gaining just over an ounce a day (even with the spitting up) and they like to see an ounce a day. Good news!
Hopefully this new medicine will help. If not, we PRAY with all our might that it isn't colic! We've been through the colic ringer with both Bigs and I don't know if I can handle it a third time. NeNe is already on call to come and walk the cul de sac with Baby if needed (she was my savior with Crabby Korri). We will see, I guess.
Today, Pam, Lilly and Levi invited us to a puppet show in Maple Grove. It was SO cute and the kids LOVED it. Thanks for thinking of us. It was nice to get out of the house as a family and have something fun to do. I didn't even know there was an amphitheater in Maple Grove, but there is and it is really nice. Here are the four Bigs watching the show (Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your stair!):
And Mister Mac slept through the whole thing:
Nearly half a million babies (1 in 10) are born premature in the US each year which is higher than that of most other developed nations. This is the journeys of our first born son, Finnegan, who was born 14 weeks early and weighed only 1 pound 15 ounces at birth. Of our daugher, Korrigan, who was born a healthy 7 pounds, 7 ounces at 37 weeks. And of our second son, MacKeegan, who was also born at 37 weeks at a whopping 8 pounds, 13 ounces. Our continued adventures reminds us daily how good God is.