Dylan and I went to the Drs this morning for our six week health check. Mine consisted of a chat with the family Dr - everything okay, what birth control do you want to go on (laughed at that one). And Dylans consisted of a full body check, eyes, mouth, head, hips, genitals - it was really reassuring to know that he has no obviousl health issues. He screamed through most of it, but my Dr seemed to find this amusing and healthy.
He got a 100% perfect - but I already knew that!
BCG jab was checked and cleared - apparently its all fairly normal for them to errupt - just wish I had been told previously - and may even happen again. Its just the bodies way of expelling the virus that has been injected into the body!
Dylan seems fine with it, now just wish he would stop pulling off the boob when we are feeding, its getting really annoying!
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Sunday, April 23, 2006
BCG Jab - Blood and puss
God what a morning. Dylan had to have a BCG jab the day after he was born, due to previous family illness. Over the last few days it had become quite red and scabby, but when I spoke to the Health visitor about it she seemed to think it was all fairly normal.
This morning whilst topping and tailing him I brushed the flannel over his jab and suddenly it exploded - green gunge just poured from two little wholes in the scab. Dylan began screaming, a high pitched scream I haven't heard the like of - so I knew he was in pain. Then I saw his tears and I burst into tears myself. I panicked and called my mum, then the Health visitor, then the midwife who was able to calm me and told me how to treat it.
I've always prided myself on my ability to deal with blood and guts. I've actually assisted in a road accident that had lots of blood and broken bones and coped well, treating the injuries as I was taught in the TA. But this morning was unbearable. My little boy was in pain and there was nothing I could do but dab at the puss and try and soak up the blood.
Mum and dad arrived just as I had calmed the wee man and managed to get my own tears under control. We all sat on the sofa looking at Dylan who was grasping my finger and staring into my face, as if to reassure me he was ok. My god what am I going to be like when he breaks a bone. Dad reckons we are going to have to get him a mobile phone so if anything does go wrong he can call mum or dad and they can then call me.
Gibbering wreck - that will be me then!!!
This morning whilst topping and tailing him I brushed the flannel over his jab and suddenly it exploded - green gunge just poured from two little wholes in the scab. Dylan began screaming, a high pitched scream I haven't heard the like of - so I knew he was in pain. Then I saw his tears and I burst into tears myself. I panicked and called my mum, then the Health visitor, then the midwife who was able to calm me and told me how to treat it.
I've always prided myself on my ability to deal with blood and guts. I've actually assisted in a road accident that had lots of blood and broken bones and coped well, treating the injuries as I was taught in the TA. But this morning was unbearable. My little boy was in pain and there was nothing I could do but dab at the puss and try and soak up the blood.
Mum and dad arrived just as I had calmed the wee man and managed to get my own tears under control. We all sat on the sofa looking at Dylan who was grasping my finger and staring into my face, as if to reassure me he was ok. My god what am I going to be like when he breaks a bone. Dad reckons we are going to have to get him a mobile phone so if anything does go wrong he can call mum or dad and they can then call me.
Gibbering wreck - that will be me then!!!
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Expressing - its not a new type of coffee
Today I bared my right boob to a machine and let it suck away my juices.
Having failed with the hand pump I decided to bring in the big boys and purchased an electric model. It was a most unusual feeling, vast suckiness ensued more so than when Dylan is "at the milk bar" but it didn't hurt - well it didn't hurt once I realized I could turn down the suckyness.
The whole process calls to mind the definative image of a cow in a barn. But I'm happy, in a bizarre baby world type of way, to say that I produced a goodly amount of milk in a fairly short amount of time.
This means 1) I can do it and 2) Dylan is getting much milky goodness from his mummy ;0)
We also attended the breast feeding group this morning. Lots of women sat round chatting, the only weird thing is that each of us at some stage bare our boobs and attach our offspring. No one bats an eye lid and the conversation just keeps flowing no matter what the baby is doing.
which is quite fortunate as I'm still having problems with Dylan in any other position than the rugby ball. Very difficult to carry a pillow with you all the time. So I tend to do a quick embarrassed feed, Dylan thrashes around a bit and smirks at my ineptitude - bless him! Its amazes me the confidence some of these women show as their babies latch on and they drink their tea.
He also got weighed today and came in at a healthy 10lb 1 ounce.
A beautiful bouncing bundle of joy!
Having failed with the hand pump I decided to bring in the big boys and purchased an electric model. It was a most unusual feeling, vast suckiness ensued more so than when Dylan is "at the milk bar" but it didn't hurt - well it didn't hurt once I realized I could turn down the suckyness.
The whole process calls to mind the definative image of a cow in a barn. But I'm happy, in a bizarre baby world type of way, to say that I produced a goodly amount of milk in a fairly short amount of time.
This means 1) I can do it and 2) Dylan is getting much milky goodness from his mummy ;0)
We also attended the breast feeding group this morning. Lots of women sat round chatting, the only weird thing is that each of us at some stage bare our boobs and attach our offspring. No one bats an eye lid and the conversation just keeps flowing no matter what the baby is doing.
which is quite fortunate as I'm still having problems with Dylan in any other position than the rugby ball. Very difficult to carry a pillow with you all the time. So I tend to do a quick embarrassed feed, Dylan thrashes around a bit and smirks at my ineptitude - bless him! Its amazes me the confidence some of these women show as their babies latch on and they drink their tea.
He also got weighed today and came in at a healthy 10lb 1 ounce.
A beautiful bouncing bundle of joy!
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
First real smile.
God it was amazing, there I was singing the same ole little songs to Dylan this morning, playing our morning games, when he looked at me and smiled, a real gummy grin. The sleepless nights, crappy nappies and nipple pain all dimmed into nothing and my heart sored.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
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