I despise trying to type out these things on my iphone, but that is the only way it is going to get done this morning, I'm afraid. So please excuse the inevitable smattering of typos.
This week has seen dark days. Ephraim was especially cranky, pukey, and adamantly opposed to sleep Monday through Thursday. Days that, consequently, we had a lot of stuff going on: hair appointments, doctor appointments, vehicular maintenance appointments, etc. Wednesday was probably the bottom of the valley. Hardly any sleep the night before, two doctor visits at two different hospitals, hardly any sleep to follow, and the inevitability of having to be up and around early the next morning. That was the most I've ever wanted to just leave him in his crib, shut the door, and let him cry indefinitely. A switch went off where his screams were actually gratifying to me as a signal that he was suffering with us. And that is when Kerry took over and I just went the hell to sleep.
He is conquering his mood, though--getting back to his cute, adorable baseline--and normality is returning to the household. His verbal acumen is increasing steadily: he now says ooh, guh, and aah-ooh fairly frequently instead of just erghghghgh. You can also notice him moving his fingers independently of one another instead of just grasping and relaxing.
The other thing to note is that he is getting fat. Soo fat. He is up to 11 pounds and 11ounces with hardly any increase in length, so his legs especially are starting to look like the Michilen tire man. His fat folds around his groin are so deep that the pediatrician had to give us some special instruction on cleaning them and wrote us a script for anti-yeast infection ointment just to be safe.
Since his weight gain is so stellar, we were also advised to start trying to stretch out his feedings to the three or four hour mark. This is no easy task, but ought to help our quality of life and Ephraim's reflux if we can do it.
Part of the Snooklet's recent episode was never ever ever tolerating being put down. Not in his bassinet. Not in his boppy. Not in his pendulator. We honestly forgot all about the vibratron until yesterday afternoon because it has been living in his crib since the pyloromyotomy so that he can sleep upright at night. I've been limited to one-handed activities for the most part in the meantime--mainly playing FTL. Never gave I loved and hated a game so much at the same time. But it is a good hate. Definitely the best gaming money I've spent since buying Minecraft.
On Monday morning, we are going to attempt the long-dreaded exodus to Arkansas. 1500 miles. Baby. This could be really bad, but it will be nice when we get there. We will chill with my family for a bit, then we will chill with Kerry's family for a bit, and then I'll abandon them all to go be in my best friend's wedding in Florida! Woot!
Before the trip, we just have a few logistical things to take care of. Other than that, the prime directive is to hoard sleep and rest so that we aren't starting out the drive as tired as we usually are when we're finished with it.