Posts Tagged ‘fontanel’

Milestones

Tuesday, October 27th, 2009

Ah, milestones. Those little achievements that mark the maturation of baby into boy (or girl), and for some mothers, even grounds for some in-your-face my-baby-is-better-than-yours bragging rights.

*LOVE* those moms.

But while there are the standard milestones that our pediatricians and books tell us to look out for, there are some that I find to be much more noteworthy.  For example, both T9 (aged 11 months) and Plus One (aged, 2 and 5/6 years) have recently come upon some really amazing accomplishments.  Please excuse the dramatic introduction…they’re really just THAT exciting to me:

T9’s FONTANEL is shrinking!  Oh, that’s right, this boy has had a crater in his head…a crater that THROBS…for AGES.  And it has grossed. me. out.  Also?  Induced anxiety.  Because, really…is it SUPPOSED to throb that much?  Is he dehydrated?  DOESN’T THAT HURT?!  But as he ages, the hole is getting much less noticeable.  Also, he has a bit of a patch of hair up there now, so that helps, too.

And Plus One?!  Plus One has reached the “Momma?Momma?Momma?Momma?Momma?Momma?” age! (!!)

Yeah, okay, this one is not exactly exciting.  Acutally it’s devastating.  But he still says things like “pampake” (pancake) and “perrrr-sick!” (perfect!) so that totally (mostly) makes up for the incessant talking.

And, as much as I absolutely HATED when people would tell me to “ENJOY IT!” when I first announced my kids’ births (ENJOY IT?! I HAVEN’T SLEPT IN 10 MONTHS!), I totally get it now.  My babies have up and left and these two little boys have come and taken their places!  If they weren’t so cute and agreeable (well…), I might have to call the authorities.  But we’ll give it a month…see how it goes.

(And *this* is totally how you get tricked into having MORE BABIES.)

Top Five Things I Wish They’d Told Me at Birthing Class

Friday, September 25th, 2009

Birthing classes.

Heh.  Sure, they help, like, a lot actually.  But as much as holding ice chips in my hand to simulate a contraction is helpful and all, with hindsight comes great vision.  Or bitterness.  Sometimes you get that, too.

But what I’m getting at here is that I’m pretty sure I’d include the following pointers if I were teaching Babies 101:

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1. Babies are Born With Exposed Brains

Well, kind of.  “Technically” it’s called the fontanel, but I call it Zombie Access.   More than being paranoid the baby would injure his little baby noggin in some kind of impossible accident (and sure, a helmet wouldn’t be such a bad idea, would it?), I was more or less REPULSED by how it would rise and sink like the tides, occasionally throbbing at me like the Tell-Tale Heart.  The doctor assured me it’s all perfectly normal, but I was all, “Doc, I didn’t realize that babies came with horror-movie visual effects.”

2.  It’s More Than Likely That You Will Nearly Cut Your Child’s Finger Off (at least once)

The finger nails are so long and tiny, and the hands they’re attached to move incessantly!  And, unfortunately, I was never told about those nifty little mitts you can buy for newborns.  If I had, I’d probably have a kid with the Guinness World Record for longest baby nails.  Instead, I chopped away.  And learned the hard way to do it while they sleep.  Though, I’ll say while this method seemed to diminish the chance that I snipped baby instead of nail, it did not eliminate them.  I’m not sure who cried harder.

3.  Wow. They Fart.  A lot.

Holy gaseousness!  Because I was nursing, the nurse at the hospital was all, “Well, what did YOU have to eat MOM?!”  But the farting more or less remained constant as the sun for the first few months.  Not that farting is such a big deal, but it made me feel like such an amateur when I eyeballed the pediatrician suspiciously that first time I smelled baby puff.

4.  Your Mother Will Give Mostly Outdated And Useless Advice

You’d think they’d be experts, but holy crap!  It’s like they’ve miraculously forgotten every major event from all of their early parenting.  And what they do remember?  Well, it usually involves techniques or contraptions that are now known to cause certain death.  It IS a wonder we all survived, I tell you.

5.  It’s Okay to Think Your Baby Looks Like a Tortilla Chip When You First See Him/Her.

Well, that might be kind of specific, but my drift here is that I was nervous when my first thought wasn’t “Oh LORD, he’s the most beautiful thing EVER” but rather, “Wow, his nose looks remarkably similar to a certain Mexican snack.”  I felt guilty initially, un-mom-like (though not enough to stop me from repeating it to several people including my husband who finally said, “Enough, lady.” after the fifth or so mention).  And it loomed over me for a bit.  Am I cut out for this?  Have I already gotten it all wrong? Of course, in talking to some other mothers I realized I wasn’t (completely) defective, and that it’s wholly possible for you to see your baby and think both “tortilla” and “be still, my melting, melting heart” simultaneously.

In the end, with all the baby-class notes and new-mother nerves and they’re-sending-me-home-with-him-ALONE?! neurosis, I managed to keep both my kids alive.  You can only learn so much from other people about something so unique. After a few days, you’re pretty much the expert.

Imagine that.