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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Pudge Rodriguez

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

That's what Ross has been calling Cash lately - apparently it was some baseball player for the Texas Rangers. But it's becoming more of a good nickname for him because Cash has been porking up. He is now up to 7lbs, 7oz in under 2.5 weeks! He's getting so big and heavy now but he still doesn't quite fit into his 0-3 month clothing though he should fit in it soon.

I've started putting him on the play gym more during the day to see if it interests him. In general, it doesn't yet but he has been staring at Ross and my faces more intently recently. I've started some tummy time as well even though his umbilical cord is still a little messed up. He has an umbilical granuloma which basically means a little fleshy ball stuck around and it has to be dried off with silver nitrate, which doesn't hurt him. We were at the pediatrician yesterday for the treatment and it should be completely off in a day or two. Then we can really start on the tummy time and also on the baths which are becoming more necessary since I'm not very good at diapering and he constantly pees when I take his diaper off. Yesterday it went all over his face and I felt bad. Sponge baths don't quite cut when the poor little guy is constantly peeing on himself.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Week 2 milestones

Saturday, June 26, 2010



This week Cash had a lot going on but mostly spent a lot of time sleeping and eating. On Monday, Cash's frenulum was clipped which was probably more of a traumatic experience for me then for him. Since he still needed to learn how to feed without the help of nipple shields even after the procedure, we had a lactation consultant come to the house on Wednesday. She was great and really reassuring about my milk supply and taught us a lot of tricks to get him to nurse better. She also commented on what a happy baby Cash seemed to be so that made Ross and I happy. Nursing is getting better each day and he seems to be gaining weight as is evidenced by his prominent double chin.

His umbilical cord sort of fell off last night - there is still a little nubbin in he middle of his belly button that sticks out a bit and needs to dry up but its good to have the majority of it off. Hopefully the rest will fall off quickly so we can start tummy time soon. His neck already seems to be extremely strong. When we hold him to our chest he lifts up his head far and holds it up for a long time with no problems.

Ross went back to work on Friday of this week so that was sad but we had a lot of visitors that day to get us through it quickly. Since Ross gets to come home for lunch every day next week shouldn't be too bad and he does normally work from home on Fridays so it's only 4 days without his help. We walked up to Ross's work to meet him on Friday afternoon (my first time handling the stroller by myself) but I think the heat and the noise got to Cash a bit because about 2 blocks from his office Cash started screaming which is rare for him to do in the stroller. Hopefully he will do better this Monday when I have to take him for his follow-up ENT visit by myself.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Afternoon videos

Tuesday, June 22, 2010
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Monday, June 21, 2010

Rough day for Cash

Monday, June 21, 2010
Today we went to the pediatric ENT so that Cash could get his frenulum cut. The poor little guy was born with a pretty bad case of tongue tie where the connective tissue that attaches the tongue to the lower palate is really short. It was causing some problems with breastfeeding and also can lead to speech problems in the future so Ross and I were pretty adamant that it needed to be corrected as quickly as possible. So today I had to hold my screaming baby down while the doctor first numbed his mouth and then put scissors inside of it. It was heartbreaking. But now he is sans frenulum....and still has what looks like to be the shortest tongue around (also probably inherited by me). He has yet to ever stick his tongue out of his mouth which may be a good thing later on when he is just using it mockingly but now still causes some concern for the breastfeeding. So it looks like I will definitely be hiring a lactation consultant for some help. He's been sleeping pretty solid for this whole day after since I assume is was quite the traumatic experience for him. All in all, a rough day for the little guy (and for me).

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Cash's first week

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Yesterday was Cash's first week birthday and I'd thought I'd post an update on how things are going. Health-wise, he is doing fantastic. We've been to the pediatrician twice now, once for the regular well baby visit and then again on Friday for a weight check since he was down to about 5lbs, 13oz at the initial visit. Well on Friday, he was up to a hefty 6lbs, 2oz which surpasses his birth weight! I think a lot of it has to do with getting a better hold on feeding him. He has a severe case of tongue-tie where his frenulum is really short and tight. We are going to a pediatric ENT tomorrow to talk about getting it clipped it's that short. So for feeding I've had to resort to using nipple shields since his latch is not great and he can't pull anything into his mouth very far. I kind of look like a fembot in them, which is a plus, however it's not great to get dependent on them so I'm hoping that after he is clipped we can go au naturale again.

As for sleeping, after a few nights of Ross and I sleeping in shifts because it didn't seem like Cash wanted to sleep anywhere but our arms, we got a bit more serious about putting him in the crib and it has been a rousing success. We've been reading the Sleep Lady book and trying to follow her methods which for newborns aren't that stringent but do involve making sure that he knows where his sleeping place are and making it a conducive environment for ever growing stretches of sleep. So we've been starting his sleep ritual around 10pm by playing some Guns and Roses lullabye music, nursing him into a milk coma, swaddling him really tight and putting him down in the crib. For the past two nights he has slept stretches of between 2-4 hours at a time before waking up to nurse and being put right back down. I think the trick is that when I'm nursing, I don't engage him as much, according to the Sleep Lady. I make sure the room is extremely dim, I nurse without disturbing him and promptly swaddle and back down. We still need to work more on his daytime sleeping which still is primarily in our arms or in the Moby wrap. When we put him down in the crib in the daytime he tends to only stay in it for 45 minutes tops, however I can deal with that if the nights continue as they are.

Here are some pics from Cash's first week -
He slept on Daddy's chest a lot:


And met his friend, Secaucus:


Auntie Erica came by for a visit:


And he got a cute bear from his Papa and Mimi:

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Cash's birth story

Wednesday, June 16, 2010
It's a long one. He apparently likes to take his time.

On June 8th, I woke up at 3:30am with definite contractions. Basically a crampy, tightening feeling. I started to time them using an app I downloaded on my iphone and found out they were between 7 and 8 minutes apart. Laying down only made them feel worse so I got up and puttered around the apartment. I didn't see the point in waking up Ross since they were still far enough apart that I knew I wouldn't be going anywhere immediately. By 7am, I went back to bed and Ross woke up and I said that I thought I was in labor. I kept timing the contractions but they stayed consistant at 7-8 minutes so I waited until about 10am to call the OBs since Ross wanted to go into work for an hour or so and finish things up since he was planning to take two weeks off. When I called Dr. Worth she told me to enjoy the day, continue timing and call her back around 4pm but that she thought that I was on my way.

So off Ross and I were to enjoy the day. We went to lunch and walked around a bit, however my contractions started slowing and timing erratically. They still hurt a lot - but there weren't as many of them. By 4pm they had gone away completely. So we were disappointed but I assumed I would wake up the next day with something going on...but I didn't. June 9th came and went with a few painful contractions an hour, most of them being in the middle of the night, but nothing substantial.

On June 10th, I woke up again in the middle of the night with contractions, but this time I also had bloody show (sorry for the graphics). Convinced that something was finally happening, I contacted my OBs once the office opened and they both decided I should go to labor and delivery at Lenox Hill to get examined and find out what was going on. My contractions continued at about 7-8 minutes apart for awhile but again became increasingly erratic. Once we go to Lenox Hill, we were put in triage and the resident came in to give me an exam where I found out I was only 1 cm dilated which was extremely disheartening. She called Dr. Worth and they said I should go home because it could still be another week before I actually went into true labor. At this point, I was starting to freak out a little because of the pain from the contractions and I wasn't sure I could handle it all for another week but we went home and I tried to keep my mind off of it.

Then at 1:30am on June 11th I woke up with the worst contractions yet. I started timing again, completely unable to continue laying down in bed due to the searing pain in my back (which I would find out later is the ever-dreaded "back labor") so I got up, went in the kitchen and tried to surf the internet and keep my mind off of everything. I was still bleeding kind of heavily from the other day and the contractions again started about 7-8 minutes apart but then they seemed to be around 5 minutes apart by about 7am. At this point Ross called the OBs since I couldn't speak well and they told me to go back to Lenox Hill for evaluation. Once there, I was again examined resident who told that I was only 2 cm dilated and that I should go home. And that was the point I burst into tears (which I think really freaked her out). My OBs were doing rounds thank god so they came in, saw my extremely fragile emotional state, gave me a big hug and said that they were going to make sure that I had a baby either today or tomorrow. They told me to go home and labor for awhile there and to come back to Lenox Hill in the afternoon when I was ready and they would take the next steps.

I'll pause a minute here because obviously the "next steps" are labor interventions and I had been pretty resolute during my pregnancy about opting for natural childbirth. Well I folded like a deck of cards after my third day of contractions and pretty much told them to do what they had to do. I still think that if my labor had progressed normally that I would have had a fighting chance at natural childbirth but at this point I felt like I was going crazy and I hadn't slept in 3 days. Natural wasn't going to happen.

So Ross and I went home and had a lovely time laboring. Basically I hung out in the shower and Ross set up shop with a fold out chair, some water for me, and would spring into action to massage my back everytime a contraction started (which was pretty steady at 6-7 minutes the entire time but they would last for about a minute and a half total). I decided that contractions felt like the worst ice cream headache of your life but centered in my back and pelvis. After the shower we tried to watch some episodes of Buffy but I was started to become delirious at this point so around 3pm we packed up and got a taxi to go back to Lenox Hill...again.

And again, I had to go to triage to be evaluated. The triage room, which I was now in for the 3rd time in 24 hours, is the tiniest little room with two beds and curtain. I feel really bad for the other woman who was in the room with me this third time because she was clearly there for a really small reason and I, on the otherhand, was pretty much clawing at the walls and moaning at Ross that I couldn't do this anymore. It didn't help that the nurse who worked with me this particular time was quite abrupt and told me, very matter of factly, that I was having prodromal labor and that it was normal for a small amount of first time moms and that basically I should just deal and probably go home. I was like, "yes, I know that, thank you for telling me again about how I've had early labor for 3 days now, and yeah, I'm not going home."

So again I was examined and told I was barely at 3 cm. Since my OBs had anticipated this, they had already set it up that I was going to now be admitted and given Stadol, a narcotic that they hoped would relax me, let me sleep for awhile and help my contractions build. So finally I got the Stadol and drifted off to sleep for about an hour and my contractions apparently completely stopped during that time. I woke up from a contraction and pretty much just felt drugged out, tired and still in pain. So I tried to labor a little more without any interventions for awhile. I asked them to get a birth ball but it ended up being almost a joke. I could barely sit on it because I was so tired I kept falling off of it in between contractions. I think this went on for a couple of hours and then I started throwing up. That's when Ross went outside and asked that they send in the anesthesiologist. They did a quick evaluation again and luckily I had gotten to 5 cm dilated, which is technically active labor and a better point to get an epidural. So around 10pm that night, I got an epidural and pitocin and promptly went to sleep for the entire night for the first time in about 3 days. They had to wake me up every half hour to turn me to the opposite side to help the baby move along. I woke up around 7am feeling so so much better and found out that I had dilated to 7 cms during the night and that my water had broke around midnight. Not quite as far along as expected but something had happened and I was told that I would definitely have a baby by lunchtime.

So Ross and I spent the morning watching World Cup soccer as I was dilating about a cm an hour. Finally, at 11:30am it was time to push. The pushing went fantastically and was short (finally something about my labor that was short!) and I was told that I was a pusher for the record books. Cash was finally born at 12:12pm and I had never been happier in my life. Even though he was rather small, he was very healthy in every way and we were taken to a private room for postpartum that we got for free due to a mix up in my blood work during my prenatal care. So the end of labor - awesome.

I know this story is a tad on the scary side - but I was definitely having prodromal labor which is not really all that normal, no matter what that annoying nurse said - and back labor to boot. I'm sure it will be something I can tell Cash about a lot when he is giving me grief during his teen years.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Cassius Daniel Inman is here!

Monday, June 14, 2010

We are now home so I can properly announce that Cash Inman came into our lives on Saturday, June 12th at 12:12pm. He was a tiny little thing of 6lbs and 1oz and 19 inches long. He has dark hair, long eyelashes and a dimple in his chin like me and he takes after Ross's "vampire" ears and long mouth. He is very perfect and Ross and I are very very tired. We are still trying to negotiate with him how to sleep outside of our arms. I'll post more about the actual birth and how are first few days are going soon.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Due date come and gone...

Wednesday, June 9, 2010
So yesterday we had a little excitement - not just because it was the due date but for most of the day I thought I was going into labor. I woke up around 5:30am with contractions at between 7-10 minutes apart. I decided to monitor it for a few hours and then Ross came home from work around 10:30am and we called the doctor. Dr. Worth said it was a good sign but that we should enjoy the day and call her back around 4pm with an update. Well, we did enjoy the day - we went out for lunch and watched a movie and my contractions never changed and became increasingly erratic - farther apart, less in intensity. So it all appears to have been a really annoying false alarm. Bummer. I thought maybe this morning I would wake up with the same feelings but that it would actually progress but alas, I woke up this morning feeling completely fine. So baby Cash is not as punctual as his mom.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Nursery Corner is now complete!

Wednesday, June 2, 2010
We finally finished everything - at 39 weeks! Now that we have the frames for the beautiful photos that Candace took on her African safari this past summer, we were able to hang the pictures above Cash's crib and finish off his tiny little corner in the world. I think it looks pretty good for the limited square footage we had to try to make something special for him. The bedding looks even better than I had hoped and the sheet choice doesn't clash like I had originally thought.





I'm on my second week of maternity leave and starting to get bored. I made a bunch of food the other day to freeze (with the help of a bunch of healthy recipes from Erica) but then realized that our fridge is broken. So Ross took the food to freeze at work and I'm currently confined to the apartment, waiting for the refrigerator repairman to call. However, I hear it is disgustingly hot outside plus it has started to become increasingly painful to get up and down from a seated position due to Cash's head pressing on my lower abdomen so perhaps my confinement is an ok thing.