Special Valentine x 2

This is a special Valentine's Day as I get to expand my number of Valentine's from one to two. And boy is my littlest and most special Valentine ever got a hold of my heart.

The K & S household is experiencing some challenging times right now. We think baby Tim has colic, as he is definitely showing some of the signs of colic. The constant crying - especially in the late afternoon - early evening is hard to handle. There doesn't seem to be much that soothes him and he cries non-stop and it is a very excited and intense cry. I am at a loss as to what to do, I've scoured the internet looking at mommy forums trying to get as many ideas as I can in dealing with it. I know there isn't much you can do and they don't know why some babies are colicky and others are not, I just wish there was something I could do to calm the little guy down.

It's been at least a week that he's had these crying spells and the doctor tells me that colic is diagnosed when the baby hits the 3 signs. 3 hours of crying at least 3 times a week for three weeks. I think we're in week two of these signs, so I'm now timing the crying and times of days to really determine if it's colic so  I can give the doctor some concrete examples to get him properly diagnosed. While I know there is no cure for colic, I want to just rule out anything else that it could or might be.

Sometimes his cries sound so pained or almost like he's scared. It's a panicked cry that just breaks my heart.

But even with all that, the crying, the lack of sleep, the constant spit up - when he gives me those gummy smiles and lays his head on my shoulder to settle down (when he does settle), my heart melts and I seem to forget those insane afternoons and long nights...for the briefest of moments the day is perfect.

He's my perfect little Valentine.

So today I am thankful for both my Valentines. My husband who comes home and immediately asks what he can do for me, knowing I've been consumed in all things baby. A husband who will get up in the middle of the night to change his diaper to give me a few extra minutes of sleep before a feeding. A husband who is so involved in our son's life - I can't imagine doing this without him.

I am so thankful for my two special guys.

One (mois)

One month today.  I hope to be able to update this blog at least once a week. Timothy is officially one month old.

Only 11 more to go before I have to head back to work. Thank god for Canada's healthcare system - I can't imagine having to go back to work so soon as some of my American friends have to do.

This week was quite emotional for me. On Thursday I went to our family doc for some concerns I was having as a result of my episiotomy...turns out I might have to be re-sliced and diced and stitched up. I am not looking forward to that. Not one bit. But while at the doc's office I just pointed out that I thought Tim's belly button looked "weird". It turned into a full check with another doctor being brought in and then us being immediately sent to the Emergency Department of our city's Children's Hospital for a hernia check. And the doctor uttered one word no new mom wants to hear "surgery".

I shed a number of tears in her office, in the car on the way to get my husband, on the phone with my mom and on the way to the Hospital. Two doctor's checked him out and didn't think it was a hernia, but our family doctor seems quite shocked that they didn't diagnose it as she suspected. So I think we are on belly-button watch.

Here's a pic of the little guy who is finally not screeching when he's put in his swing. He doesn't stay there for long, but he seems to enjoy it for the brief amount of time that he's in there.

What a cutie. His cuteness makes up for it when he's up every 2.5-3hrs in the night for a feed...I really need to try to work out a solid 3 to 4 hr routine for daytime and nighttime.

Here is hoping!