At Coco's three week check up today she weighed in at 6 pounds 7 ounces, a whopping 20 ounce weight gain in 17 days. Considering I am feeding one side per feeding, I am now convinced I am producing a monster amount of milk. Coco is choking on the milk at the start of each feed, and seems gassy and uncomfortable after several of the feeds during the day, but at least she is thriving and growing. Dr. Shulman recommended pro-biotic drops to help with the gas and fussiness. He thought they may or may not work, but that it was worth a try.
Over this past week we have celebrated Isaac's birthday, had our first visit from Barb, Paul, and Andrew, along with a visit from Auntie Leila, and had Coco's baby naming along with our annual Hanukkah party. It has been a whirlwind of events all which individually are wonderful but in combination has left me feeling really exhausted. Over this next week I am looking for some much needed rest and relaxation with our little family of four.
The baby naming ceremony was beautiful and Rabbi Johnson/Weizmann was lovely. The names we chose for our father's mothers reminded us of those who have paved the way before, and those we are honoring today. Both were beautiful and powerful women who we only hope our Mayim takes after. The name Mayim means water, which reminds us of life, vitality, nature. As we chose Coco for beautiful creative powerhouse women (aka gabriel chanel, koko taylor), mayim reminds us of the matriarchs of our family that allow us to be who we are today.
Our little guy, three year later...
Now having a newborn in my arms while celebrating his third birthday, I am reminded how far we have come in such a short amount of time. The way he can articulate his thoughts and feelings, carry on a conversation, describe experiences and emotions, and ask questions continues to surprise me. Lately he will continue to ask the same question several different ways until he is satisfied with the answer. This is usually centered around his lack of understanding of time.
Me: Isaac would you like to go to the beach house?
Isaac: Now?
Me: Tomorrow. First we will go to Bubie and Papu's house in Westlake, then to the beach house.
Isaac: Will I go to Westlake now?
Me: Yes
Isaac: Will I go to the beach house now?
Me: No, tomorrow.
Isaac: After this night night?
Me: You will have a nap, then a night night, then you will go to the beach.
Isaac: But will I go to Westlake?
This type of conversation could carry on endlessly until he was satisfied. It has become our goal to be as specific as possible, and try to find new ways to describe time and space.
He has also become fiercely independent since the birth of Coco. He wants to go to the bathroom on his own, doesn't want you in the room. Want to get dressed and undressed, put toys away without you helping, get shoes on and off, get in and out of the car seat... it has been a welcome and refreshing reaction to having a little one around. Much better than regression I suppose.
He loves his little sister and is very curious about her. He likes to lay with her, and hug her, and sleep next to her. So far no signs of animosity.
He is still VERY into trucks and cars, with a new found love of puzzles. He is very good at putting them together, and loves for us to watch. He is riding a tricycle on his own, drawing better everyday, and role playing with toys.
At three years he is a joy, a handful, and very much a little person. He is handsome and sweet with piercing blue eyes, both mellow and rambunctious depending on his mood. Very clear about his wants and needs. More outgoing than ever before, social at school, kind to his classmates, teachers, cousin, and sister. He shows empathy, compassion and understanding for others. Knows when to apologize and very much understand right from wrong. I feel proud for the little person we are raising. He is most importantly a very good person, a very kind person, a very observant person, and a very sensitive soul.
We love you I L S. Happy 3!
As a family we (or perhaps the needs of a restless toddler) have been pushing ourselves to venture out and do the things that make us feel good. We have introduced Coco to long walks around our neighborhood, the park, restaurants, and this past weekend lunch and the beach in Malibu. It was unseasonably warm, and Isaac was able to run around in the shallow water while we took some photos that will remind us of this time for years to come.
Getting four people ready and out of the house is noticeably more difficult than it used to be. Before Coco arrived we were a well oiled machine. Our responsibilities were consistent, and of course we had two adults to our one little guy. Now with our one on one defense we seem to be managing, but it requires David to handle Isaac on his own (which at this point takes a whole lot of energy) and for me to do most of the basic care taking and feeding of Coco (which also takes a whole lot of energy). Unfortunately we are coming at the task with very little energy, so the whole project can be quite a challenge. In the end we are always happy we made the effort, and it feels good to be going and doing. With each day it gets a little easier, and we become a little more adventurous. With David back at work, and both kids under my wing... we will see which way the wind takes us.
I cant believe it has already been a week since Coco was born. Each day since her birth has been rich with love, family, and togetherness. In so many ways life has simply moved forward, plus one. Having a second child has been such a different experience than having our first. I feel more relaxed about much of the process. I am not as schedule driven. Flexibility is paramount while running Isaac around town. I am less disturbed by the lack of sleep I am getting knowing that it is such a short part of the overall experience. I am way more able to live in the moment an relish at every little detail... even the unpleasantries seem vaguely pleasant.
Where it becomes harder is balance. Isaac has seemed to adapt quite well to having a little sister around. He is inquisitive about her whereabouts and noises, and kisses her occasionally, unprompted. Most of the time he seems neither here nor there about her being around. After the first time he held her, he asked us to put her back so he could watch mickey. He has been enjoying celebrating Hanukkah with a little sister, and opening her tiny gifts. I have taken her to pick him up at school, and we have all ventured around town doing the things that make us most happy. He seems patient and understanding... for now. I am probably having more trouble than he is. In many ways I feel disconnected from him. The things I used to be able to do others are having to help out with. I cant take him and pick him up from school every day, I cant be there physically every time he wants me. Nursing Coco means a lot of time tied up with a little one attached. He seems to understand the necessity of it, but I so often wish I could divide myself amongst them both. I know with time this too will change.
My recovery has been fairly quick with lingering troubles. The cramping that I was experiencing at the hospital has ceased, but has been replaced by knife like pain in a ligament attached to the uterus. My milk came in with a vengeance which led to the expected engorgement and discomfort. One breast has settled out, the other I am still having trouble with. Similarly to when I nursed Isaac I had to switch to feeding one side per feeding. I am going to give that a go and hope it clears up the pain.
We took Coco to see Dr. Shulman for the first time this week. She was back up to her birth weight. 5lb 3oz. He thought she looked beautiful, and wanted to see us again in two weeks.
She's finally arrived! Seems like we both had a similar plan for when a good entry date into the world would be. I had scheduled induction for Monday morning at 8am, and Sunday afternoon / evening the contractions began. It wasn't until our attempt at a last family dinner at Olivia on Sunday night that the contractions became consistent at seven minutes apart. After getting home and showering I decided to wait it out and see if they got any closer together. It wasn't until two in the morning that I decided its go time. We called mom and dad, and waited a nerve wrecking forty five minutes until they arrived and we could head out. I arrived at the hospital at 3am, was hooked up to IV fluids by 4am, checked by a nurse and was 1.5 cm dilated, pitocin started by 4:30am, majorly serious contractions until 7:30 am when I finally gave into the epidural, 30 minutes later I felt pressure and was checked and fully dilated. Dr. Rabin had to be pulled out of his surgery to quickly rush me into a delivery room. Stirrups flew up, half a push later baby flew out. It was a whirlwind for both me and Coco. Her breathing was quick at first so they continued to monitor her. She came out a blueish shade of purple but turned rosey pink within minutes. She weighed in at a petite 5lb 3.5oz and 19" long.
We spent 24 hours in the hospital, and after she quickly passed all of her tests were discharged. It is so wonderful to be home and to have our family of four finally together. Big brother seems to be adjusting to his new world, both curious and excited. He calls her 'my baby' and continues to ask where she is, what she is doing, why she is doing it. He mimics her funny little hands and mouth, and seems pretty enthralled as are mom and dad.
With my milk finally coming in, the sleep situation hasn't been all that bad. She is very easy to settle, and latched on immediately after delivery. She has been making things very easy on us.
I think I can speak for every member of our family in saying we are totally in love with Coco, and having so much fun getting to know her each day. She has rounded out our threesome into something much greater than we ever imagined, and this is only the beginning.
Here we are, half way through week 38. I cant believe it has finally arrived. My physical state has definitely been trumped by my emotional one. Feelings of excitement and anxiousness have overwhelmed all the aches and pains, contractions and back aches, and the general 'ick' state. I have kicked into high nesting mode trying to get everything ready before the baby comes. Cleaning and organizing, wrapping and folding, preparing... I am sure that this all helps me feel like I am gaining some control over that big unknown in front of me, but the reality is there is no control to be had.
At my last and final doctors appointment, I scheduled my induction for Monday December 7th @ 8am. It is quite possible that I could go naturally before then, as I am already starting to dilate, efface, and the head is 'right there'. It feels good to see the end, and to be able to prepare for it. With Isaac being unable to visit the hospital I wanted to make sure to make careful arrangements for him. This will allow me to feel like loose ends are tied up, and that things are as organized as they can be given the situation.
Friends and family have been so supportive during these past couple of weeks. It has helped me to get through, and to stay focused.
This will be my last pregnancy post, most likely ever, so in closing I will say... thank you. Thank you to my body for getting me through, to my family for carrying some of the weight, and to the precious baby growing inside of me.
Each kick reminded me, I was never alone.
What a wonderful thanksgiving weekend we spent as our family of three. I think each of us sensed that this time is coming to an end, and of course is coping in our own way, but having the time to just be and to spend together was magical.
Isaac has noticed something is going on for a long while now. How could he not? There is a new nursery next to his room, baby toys and swings have moved in, mommy's belly is becoming 'enormous' and there is lots of talk about baby. He typically doesn't want to engage in discussion about the baby unless we ask him what he wants to show her, or teach her. He is very interested in showing her his trucks and toys, and all of the things he likes to play with. He is not so interested in discussing her needs or her behaviors.
I have noticed in the past two weeks that he has become extremely clingy to me. This is very unusual as he normally gravitates to David... but there has been A LOT of 'mama, mama, mama' being shouted around the house. He has not wanted to spend his afternoons with Natalia, and if he knows that 'mama' is in the house' he just wants me. He is giving a ton of hugs, and kisses, and wants to be physically close which is a big shift for our fiercely independent little guy. When he wakes up from his naps he wants to cuddle and be close. He tells David and I 'I love you' hundreds of times a day, randomly and intentionally. It is so incredibly sweet that I dont want it to end. He is crying instantaneously over everything and anything. He is very on edge, and very much wants things laid out for him, and predictably so. He wants to know what is happening every hour of every day, where we are going, what we are doing. Perhaps this helps him feel in control of the unknown. I know that he doesn't have a great sense of time, so I am sure that he feels that the impending 'baby bomb' could happen at any minute.
It will be very interesting to see how he reacts to the baby once she is home. My guess is there will be a fair share of ignoring her, lots of acting out, some regression, and perhaps even anger and sadness.
As each member of our family is coping in different ways we have all been there to support each other as we transition through this time of change. I think we all believe it is OK to marinade in whatever emotion is striking us that day, and for the most part we have given each other leeway and space to just be. It is in this support and love that I know that our new number four will make more rich what we have already created. Her presence can only weave in more lovely layers to our tight knit little family unit. To her I say we are ready for you. Welcome baby girl... and I am sure with time Isaac will say, 'I love you'.
I have been meaning to post this for a while. Here are the results from the baby poll we did for the little seamonkey at the baby shower. I was just looking back at the one we did at Isaac's baby shower which was even more fun because I didn't know the sex. Seems like lots of people thought we were having a girl. I will make sure to post the winner her once the baby is born.
Wow. I am now down to thinking about the time left in weeks and days. Just about two weeks to go, and we are going to meet this little lovely. Up until this point I have been aching to get her out just because I find pregnancy so miserable, but last night as I got into bed and realized that I could count in 'teens' the number of good nights of sleep I had left... I thought maybe she should stay in for a long while more. Then I lay down to begin reading my latest joy 'Snow Flower and the Secret Fan' and she started pummeling my innards, I thought again... get out. Eviction is coming little lady. And again this describes the emotional ups and downs, and ins and outs of pregnancy.
This week we started our weekly visits at Rabin's office. He said that I Had begun 'effacing' but no dilation as of yet. Cervix was closed, and unless I broke my water no baby soon. I will go back next week to see if any progress has been made.
I also had my yoga photo shoot. I have been doing yoga several times a week at Two Hearts Yoga from my ninth week of pregnancy, and now approaching my thirty eigth week my teacher suggested I bring a camera in to document my progress and accomplishment. I originally thought this sounded very silly, and I was a little embarrassed about it, but it was a tradition for every woman in the class late in her pregnancy so I thought I wouldn't argue, and just brought the camera. I am SO happy I did. As I feel like almost every aspect of my body has gone downhill, and every form of exercise I used to enjoy has become difficult to impossible, my yoga practice has actually gotten better. It is the one physical area of my life that has improved, still feels great, and allows me some time on my own to just be with this baby. I have so appreciated my time at two hearts: the community of pregnant women I have met, the physical challenge it has provided, the equanimity I have found, the room I have made for myself and the baby, and the simple silence. These pictures will be a beautiful reminder of all of these things, and one of the only very positive physical experiences I have had while pregnant.
This week I am not going to make any physical complaints. I am going to say I am so very lucky for having such a smooth and beautiful pregnancy. My body has done what is necessary to carry this baby girl to term. Now at 37 weeks she is full term, ready to be born at any minute, all systems a go... and I feel a sense of joy and pride that we are here. As I can see the light at the end of the tunnel I have decided to soak up these last two weeks of my life that I will be pregnant, and basque in the miracle of pregnancy while looking forward to the miracle of birth.
So proud of David for this amazing accomplishment. So much hard work and sweat equity went into the making of this lovely little special, and I couldn't be more excited to see the premier tonight on NBC. I think a little Julianuary party is in order filled with mini trees and santa balloons. David has invited over a few of his closest crew members to watch, and mom and dad will be there too. We (Isaac and I) are both so very excited for our director, and love every minute of this special special.
Just when you think you have a handle on parenting, and have seen, heard of, or experienced most of the childhood illnesses that preschoolers so generously share with one and other, you are struck with something so bizarre that it knocks you off your feet.
This past Thursday I picked Isaac up from school. He came running over to me joyfully knowing that he was going to spend the afternoon at Bubie and Papu's house. He went down for his nap, and woke up two hours later unable to put any pressure on his right hip, and unable to walk. I called the doctor immediately who said to bring him in, and low and behold... Toxic Synovitis.
"Toxic synovitis also known as acute transient synovitis of the hip is a condition in which there is inflammation and fluid within the hip joint. It is this swelling and fluid accumulation which causes joint pain. It is a rather common problem with up to 3 percent of children having an episode at some time during their life and may occur in children anywhere from the early toddler to the teenager. However, it usually happens to kids between 3-6 years of age. The exact cause of toxic synovitis is still unknown. The only thing that seems to be consistently associated with toxic synovitis is that many of these children have had an upper respiratory illness shortly before the onset of hip pain. This has led to speculation that the virus which is causing the cold also causes the synovitis. No matter what the cause, almost all children recover within two weeks and without long-lasting effects. Between 4-17 percent of children may have a second episode of toxic synovitis, but this usually occurs within 6 months of the first episode"
And there we have it. The remedy: rest and anti inflammatories. Dr. Shulman thought he would be walking again within 48 hours. He rested, took motirn, and was walking late the next day. It (pardon my language) scared the crap out of David and I, but the entire time Isaac was calm, in great spirits, and enjoyed the couch time to watch movies and eat popcorn. He is back at school today, I am sure running like a maniac with a slight limp, and we are thrilled to have braved yet another viral storm.
The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of events, obligations, celebrations, illness and recovery, and much much more. It seems like time is both speeding by and inching along as we enter this last month of pregnancy. In so many ways I cant believe we are here already, and at the same time as I reflect on the journey it feels like a long one. In the past couple of weeks I have celebrated moms birthday with a special day in the city filled with massage and shopping. I have had my baby shower. We attended the annual Crohns and Colitis dinner fundraiser. I have bought, made, wrapped, with love several holiday and birthday gifts. I have been trying to cram in dinner and lunch with friends. I am still doing yoga several times a week. Keeping myself busy has been a good and important diversion as we near the end and I become more physically uncomfortable and emotionally strung out. My entire pelvic floor, inner groin, and well... lets call it 'fine china' is stretching and pulling, and the pressure from the baby bearing down on the already tender area is incredibly painful. Rolling from one side to the other at night is a major struggle and getting out of bed to go to the bathroom makes me feel like a hobbling 80 year old. Just standing from a seated position is a challenge at this point. The swelling has increased and is becoming more apparent and more uncomfortable. Prilosec has helped with the heartburn, although the indigestion is hanging around. Breathing is difficult. I am often lightheaded, dizzy, and get the shakes from either lack of oxygen or low blood sugar. With all of this said the baby looks wonderful and healthy in the little home I am providing her, and we are on schedule for a mid December delivery. In the next few weeks I look forward to soaking up family time as a threesome, couple time as a twosome, and just the slivers of time I now get as me (slingless, strolerless, spitup less, well rested {sort of}). I am enjoying a world where my boobs are my own, and equally looking forward to the joys and magic of nursing. It seems that each element of this journey is part of its own little dichotomy. In this I find peace. We know what to expect in the coming months and I believe I can speak for the entire family when I say we are ringing with excitement, and terrified to hit the reset button. What we do know as seasoned veterans is that the babies are only babies for such a short amount of time. I cant wait to soak up every minute.
After spending the past months listening to the radio, and reading the paper about the threats of H1N1, I was finally vaccinated with the mercury free vaccine. I had been debating weather or not to get the vaccine from Isaac's pediatrician since they offered it to pregnant women (he had the first of two injections last week), but they didn't have the mercury free vaccine. After some debate, I decided to wait it out and finally Dr. Rabin's office got it in. I rushed over, quickly, and after a quick stab in the arm felt some peace of mind. I am fairly certain that the majority of the buzz about the vaccine is hype, but being in my third trimester, and 'high risk', I was happy to finally put it out of my head.
It was at this weeks Rabin appointment that I finally asked, is there anything other than tums that I can take for the heartburn and indigestion. I am miserable. To which he responded... oh yeah, take prilosec. And so of course I asked if there was any risk to the baby, which he said no. So I gave it a try, and within 24 hours I had a serious amount of relief. It wasn't completely gone, but there was a noticeable difference. It went from miserable to inconvenient and uncomfortable - but livable. I am hoping this will make the next few weeks much more tolerable and pleasant, and it certainly beats tums.
How lucky I felt to have all the women I love in the same place at the same time. It was a wonderful way to touch base with so many people that I haven't had an opportunity to see, and who I know I wont see until I come out of my hermetic hybernatic baby state.
The shower was held at the SLS hotel, in the Bazaar's patisserie. It is Alice in Wonderland meets candy shop bliss, and very much a place I adore. We all gathered around a long table and enjoyed tea and creatively made yummy bites (albeit served slowly). It was the perfect mix of friends, family, and food. A big thank you to Erin and Mom for all of the hard work they put into making it such a special event. All of the details were beautifully executed, and made me feel both special and loved. I look forward to showing our girl the wonderful event held in her honor, and taking her for some tea sometime in the probably way too near future.
Some of Isaac's latest expressions and favorite phrases:
>>> I am so excited.
>>> I am so happy mommy.
>>> Its going to be so much fun mommy.
>>> I'm having so much fun.
>>> I am having a good day.
>>> I love you mommy, daddy.
>>> WHY?
>>> What are we going to do after that?
>>> Where are we going?
>>> What are we going to do?
>>> Which friends will be at school today?
>>> Which direction are we driving? West? East?
>>> What freeway are we on? 101?
>>> So, let me tell you about ___ mommy.
>>> I need to eat my vegetables so I can grow bigger and bigger and bigger like Fursula.
Favorite song: Under the Sea, There was an old lady who swallowed a fly, Slippery Fish
Favorite Restaurant: Mel's Diner
Seems right around week 32 I have hit a bit of a wall. I am just far enough away from my due date for it to seem like an eternity, and have become majorly uncomfortable in my own skin. The weight gain has slowed to almost nothing because of the crazy amount of indigestion and heartburn I have been experiencing. It has gotten to the point that dinner is nearly impossible, breakfast is a struggle and lunch is my only shot at a good meal. I am up to almost 20 tums a day, and the pain and discomfort has become almost to much to deal with. Breathing has become difficult, I am exhausted and feeling very hormonal. The swelling and puffiness has set in, acne has plagued my entire body, my hips are very sore... and well even the 'fine china' is starting to feel a whole lot of pressure.
Now that I have gotten the complaining out of the way, week 32 was filled with a whole lot of Halloween fun (and work) that helped keep my mind off of some of the discomfort. Isaac's school had their annual Halloween Parade where his class dressed up as dragons and princesses. They also had a Halloween dance party, carnival, AND classroom party. On top of that we were invited to a lovely little Halloween party at Isaac's friend Caitlyn's house, and we had the Gehle's and mom and dad over for dinner and trick or treating. By the time Halloween ended I felt like I had run a marathon, and was ready for some rest.
Most importantly Isaac really enjoyed his Halloween experience. After he understood that his friends were wearing costumes, he enjoyed being Max, and a dragon, and loved trick or treating with Stella. They were precious together, and a reminder of the payoff that all of my discomfort will bring.
As a final weekend getaway mom and i had planned to head up north to SLO for a couple days. I have been wanting to take Isaac to the farmers market there for quite a while, and I always love visiting the central coast town I called home for several years. It gives me an opportunity to revisit restaurants I loved, beaches that I often think about, and is always a good way to slo down for a couple of days. This time around we stayed in Avila beach, and made use of the wonderful calm inlet. Isaac loved running in the water and under the pier. It was seven years ago that David and I took our first trip together, and it was on this very beach that I have very fond memories of getting to know one and other. We did get a chance to enjoy the farmers market, some great meals, and very unseasonably hot weather. I always enjoy the time away with mom and isaac. I felt very aware this time that it was the last time there would be just three of us, and with that came both sadness and excitement. I have been feeling a complex range of emotions over the past week, and ultimately I have concluded I just need to take it day by day. What seems insurmountable now, will be a new reality soon.
I know everything is possible.
aches and pains of week 31: cold, congestion, insomnia, indegestion, swelling in feet and hands at night, difficulty breating, tightness in lower abdomen
This week was a huge push to get the office cleaned out, the garage organized, and the nursery in place. Thank god mom was available to help out a couple days. Together we were able to do a huge amount of work in a short amount of time. The garage is fairly organized, many of the large pieces from the office are now in the garage, and the Nursery has a home. Both David and I were surprised how well it worked out. The printers fit perfectly in the closet, the curtain is a great way to conceal the desks, and the room feels spacious and lovely. David and Isaac painted over the weekend bringing a new life to the room with a rosey coral hue. I think for David this made everything seem all the more real (as if the huge belly wasn't enough of a reminder of our #2 to come). Many of my anxieties about preparing the space have been put to rest, and I have been enjoying working in my new little nest. As for the cherry on top... the room is complete with dolls that I so adore they make me smile everytime I see them.
aches and pains of week 30: indegestion, swelling in feet and hands at night, difficulty breating, tightness in lower abdomen
WELCOME!!! Theodore Tommaso Barillaro & Marchello Antonio Barillaro were born September 28th. Mom managed to avoid a c-section, and the boys are healthy and happy. We cant wait to meet you!!!
Somehow over the past week or so Isaac has started calling David 'Dad' instead of 'Daddy'. I for the most part am still mommy with the occasional mom. We are trying to figure out where it came from, or where we picked it up... but it does make us chuckle when he says it. "Dad... where are you. Dad, come here. DAD!" It sounds too grown up for our liking, and we know it will swing in and out of dad (dy) for a long while, but for now just another reminder that he is growing up all to fast.
Something clicked a couple weeks ago, and Isaac has been successfully pottying in the toilet time and time again. We are no longer wearing diapers for naps, and he tells us pretty reliably when he needs to go. He definitely prefers to stand for #1, so we have opted for a step stool instead of using the kiddie potty we started with. It seems over the past week #2 has really clicked as well. He understands that he needs to sit to do it, and tends to go back and forth to his little potty several times before he is ready to commit. Ultimately he does go, and then stands up and analyzes his hard work. It always 'looks like ...". Yesterday it looked like a 'snail'. Today it looked like a 'rocket'. David and I simply smile and agree. As far as we are concerned it can look like anything he dreams to imagine... as longs as it lands in the potty.
589 miles. 5 days. more to come.
These past weeks have been a whirlwind. I will say that right around week 26 I felt completely exhausted. So much so that I called Dr. Rabin to ask if I should get my iron drawn, or if there was anything that could be causing it. He said yes, you have a toddler and you are pregnant. I thought for a while and realized he is probably right. With my first pregnancy I wasn't working. I could put my feet up and relax whenever I felt necessary. I took naps and really took care of myself. This time around is a totally different story. I am running back and forth to Isaac's school, running errands, working, slipping in yoga when I can, and caring for Isaac. Seeing that the exhaustion fell right after a week of potty training at home, I thought, Rabin's right. Slow down sister.
Week 27 started with Isaac's 'All about Me' day at school Monday so David and I arrived with a sideshow, his favorite treat (ice cream) and a couple books that he loves right now (three robbers and iggy peck). He loved having all of his friends see photos of him, and dancing to the music of his favorite songs. It was very cute to see him enjoy the spotlight, and feel so comfortable at school. Tuesday I headed to Dr. Rabin's for my favorite gestational diabetes test, an iron test, and my RH injection. Lots of poking and prodding, but baby sounded great, was head down, and everything seemed to be moving along nicely. Isaac and I had a lot of play time in the afternoons as this will be our last week together before Natalia arrives home. He is enjoying 'Zingo', and movies, and is completely edible. Friday, as it always seems to happen the day before we left for our trip, Isaac came down with a fever. He seemed much better after his nap, although it was clear that he wasn't totally himself. It is amazing to hear him tell us that 'he is not feeling so well' and to articulate what doesn't feel good. 'Im hot, Im cold, I feel better'. It feels like it has taken a while to get to this point, but it is so good to be here.
aches and pains of week 26/27: exhaustion, indegestion, swelling in feet and hands at night
Isaac has been off school for the week, and as mentioned in the previous blog, most of the week has been inundated with potty training. It was an especially challenging week given the enormous fires going on which made it impossible for us to venture outside, or even into the backyard to play. The air quality was awful, raining ashes, so we decided to find as many ways to spend our time indoors as possible. On top of the fires, it has been HOT, breaking 100 every day. That kind of weather is pretty unbearable for anyone, but I will say being pregnant adds a whole new level of discomfort. We were lucky to head out of town Thursday and drive up the beach house for some much needed relief. It was WONDERFUL. We were able to spend time outdoors in moderate temperatures. We took an amazing walk on the sand after dinner Thursday night, and spent the morning on Friday watching Isaac get more and more comfortable in the ocean. It was so nice to relax, and I was so thankful to have some help from mom and dad. It provided a cherished break. Isaac didn't want to leave Friday night after dinner, and I was sad to say goodbye too. I hope we are able to head up there again soon and take advantage of our special other home.
aches and pains of week 25: caught isaac's cold, indigestion, heartburn, floating rib pain, congestion
This week was Isaac's summer break, so we decided to take the opportunity to ditch the diapers once and for all. We could sense he was ready, and just needed a little push to get there. We made a big deal about it on Sunday and headed to target to pick out new big boy undies. Of course, he had no interest in the Undies, and much more interest in picking out a truck... but that was to be expected. The week went a little something like this:
Monday: I tried to get him to sit on the potty every 15-30 minutes. He threw a fit every time. It started to turn into a battle. It definitely wasn't the way I wanted to make the transition, so we regrouped.
Tuesday: The day started with Isaac having two accidents, on the couch, and then in his pants. He seemed to be intentionally holding it just to protest. I almost threw the towel in, when David reminded me... this is going to take time. We had a breakthrough with his first #2 on the potty in the afternoon.
Wednesday: We cracked the code. No undies. As soon as the undies were off, and he didn't have the security of the diaper like feeling, he started using the potty. We had no accidents. We went out for lunch, without a problem, and he really seemed to be understanding the concept.
Thursday/Friday: We spent time at the beach house. It became very clear that he preferred standing to sitting for both #1 and #2. We have to work on the standing for #2, but hey, you have to figure that's the way hes been doing it for three years.
Saturday: We have tried bringing back the undies. He has more accidents when they are on, but typically only with #2 and he tells us right away. He is aware of what he SHOULD do, and I think is becoming more aware of his body. He is also not yet comfortable using the public toilets. We have to work on how to solve this seeing that he pees standing up, and cant reach the big toilet, not yet sure how to make it work.
Overall it has been amazing to watch his progress and we are so proud of him. Yet another reminder of how he is no longer our little baby, but rather our little boy. We are cherishing the small things and moments that remind us that he is still only three, and dependent on our love and support. Watching him this morning curl up on the couch with his 'money milk' and 'mr. toots', with thumb in mouth, I thought to myself... he may be sleeping in a bed, and peeing in the potty... but he is still the same scrumptious love we have always known.
Isaac loves animated movies. It seems like each week there is a new favorite who's characters lead to endless discussions. He has always enjoyed watching little mermaid, and has always asked us to 'fast forward' through any parts that include 'Fursula'. He has recently become interested in watching the end when 'Fursula' grows into a 'giant octopus' and turns 'orange'. This of course has lead to numerous discussions about why 'Fursula' doesn't like fish, why 'Fursula' is 'not a nice person', why 'Fursula' gets so big and orange... This in turn has lead to discussion about jealousy, choices, actions. The past few days he has awoken from each nap and bedtime asking about 'Fursula'. When he saw his giant shadow at dusk on the sand, he reminded me he was 'giant like Fursula'. When he was standing on his cooking stand, he told me he was 'getting giant like Fursula. She is definitely on the brain, for now, I am sure only to be replaced with a new character of interest full of questions and lessons. When Isaac asked me 'why Fursula was not a nice person?' I responded by saying, some people are just not nice people honey. His response... 'and some people are giant orange octopuses'. I chuckled and fell even more in love with my inquisitive little guy. I guess it is that simple. Some things just are what they are.
I think one of my greatest coping strategies to get through pregnancy, is to focus my energy and attention on the positive and exciting versus dwell on all of my own personal discomforts. This week I had a super fun time starting to think about the nursery. I always thought I would have two boys, so I never gave much thought to what a girls room would look like. I spent a lot of time thinking about femininity, play, color... and ultimately my inner girliness lead me to thoughts of romanticism: paris, the 20s, boudoirs, feathers and velvet, sensuality, tactility, love. The trick will be to modernize this into am age appropriate nursery instead of it looking like a agent provocateur dressing room. Friday afternoon mom and I headed downtown to Michael Levine to select some fabrics and trim for bumpers, pillows, sheets, etc. It is so easy to get lost in that place, so I went in with a strong color palate I wanted to work from (derived from a rug I fell in love with). What we left with far exceeded by expectations, and really began to bring the idea of having a baby girl 'home'. More to come as the nursery takes shape.
aches and pains of week 24: indigestion, congestion, lower back ache, floating rib pain, hot hot hot
This week marked another big milestone for our little/big boy - the transition from crib to bed. We knew when we found out we were expecting #2 that we would need the crib come winter, and we wanted to transition him out of it several months in advance so that he didn't feel like his real estate was being encroached on by the new addition. At the time that we ordered the bunk bed it felt like he may not be ready. He hated being covered. Refused to use a pillow, and was just very comfortable in the confines of his little world. He isn't the type of child to try and get out of the crib. He loves to sleep, loves his space, and is happy to be there.
In the past month I have noticed a huge shift in his maturity, and readiness for this type of big change. He loved taking a nap in mommy and daddy's bed when we visited San Diego, he started using many of his 'friends' as pillows, and when we spoke about it, he seemed excited and happy.
After a long day waiting for the delivery, and a not so smooth setup, we are finally there. The bed looks wonderful in his little space, and he is sleeping as he always has. He waits for us to get him in the morning, and treats it as he did his crib throughout the night. We know we are lucky that he is such a good sleeper, and so adaptable to change. He very much just goes with things, and makes our lives a whole lot easier.
We love you Isaac, and are so proud of you. Just another reminder that you are no longer our little baby, but our sweet sweet boy.
We just returned from a 10 day tour of Seattle and Toronto. David had to direct a scoring session in Seattle so we decided to make a family vacation out of it. I really wanted to do something special with us 3 prior to our new arrival in December, and this worked out perfectly. We stayed at Hotel 1000 in Seattle's downtown core, and spent our days exploring by foot (and bugaboo). Took a fantastic ferry ride across to Bainbridge Island, visitied the library and music experience project, enjoyed many great meals, and even got to see Davids live orchestral recording session. It was a tremendous amount of packing and planning to make sure that we would be fully equiped, but in the end it was so worth it. The time there went off without a hitch, and Isaac was in a brillaint mood. Just watching him experience new things, and a new city was pleasure enough. He was flexible, adorable, and a total joy.From Seattle we hopped a flight to Toronto for leg 2 of our adventure. We were greated warmly from Barb and Paul with homemade dinner and a house filled with Isaac gear. David and I stayed at the Hyatt downtown which gave us a bit of a break, and Barb and Paul got a lot of bonding time with Isaac. He was so comfortable with them, and was so obviously enjoying his time there, it was a pleasure to see. I was able to head out of town with Leila for a night to see the Kohn's new cottage. We had a great and relaxing time on the lake, and also got to see Naomi, Guy and the kids. Upon return Magdie went into labor, and a few hours later little Max Lucas was born. I have officially been in Toronto for all three of the births of her kids. Funny how things work out.
aches and pains of week 22|23: nausea, lower back pain, floating rib pain, indigestion
Isaac continues to make the most adorable, simple, observations.
Some of the latest:
+ Looking in our eyes, touching our face, and saying "mommy has a smooth face like me. daddy has a scruffy face."
+ When I recently put a light pink polo shirt on him he informed me that "he looked like a girl".
+ He has decided we should paint the nursery "pink, because im having a baby sister".
+ He has started to want "alone time" where he sits on the beanbag in his room and reads books. (yes we can hear him read them)
+ He continues to have "great ideas" and lets us know what they are.
Every day we are surprised with these simple observations that make us smile and remind us of his continuous development.
"The sea's only gifts are harsh blows, and occasionally the chance to feel strong. Now I don't know much about the sea, but I do know that that's the way it is here. And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong. To measure yourself at least once. To find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions. Facing the blind death stone alone, with nothing to help you but your hands and your own head."
Andrew is visiting this week, and we just finished watching "Into the Wild"... again. The above quote has resonated with me since the first time I saw the movie. I have always found that experiences that tested me deeply, both physically and mentally, were the only true reminders of my own strength. In this resistance, both organic and manipulated I am always reminded of my own power and potential. I have endured long distance runs, survived my bachelor in architecture, put myself in plenty of situations that forced me to grow... For me, there was no greater experience to measure myself, to 'find myself in the most ancient of human conditions, with nothing to help you but your hands and your own head' than that of pregnancy, labor, and delivery. With each day that brings its own set of challenges and difficulties, I am reminded of my strength as a woman, and the ultimate culmination of all of my efforts as I look down the road to childbirth. Pregnancy, with all of its ups and downs, does provide a gift... childbirth. I have had no greater experience in my life, and no greater opportunity to feel strong. For this I am thankful, and feel grateful for the opportunity to experience it once again.
photo week 21: outside PRADA with uncle Andrew
aches and pains week 21: indigestion, headaches, poor sleep, tight muscles, the beginning of 'floating rib' and morning sickness.
I have been waiting to post a blog about our very exciting news until we went for our 20 week ultrasound, and everything checked out. I am so thrilled to say that we did, and it has! We saw the two hemispheres of the brain, the four chambers of the heart, both kidneys, the stomach, a beautiful spine, all fingers and toes... and all three of us (isaac joined us for the appointment) breathed a big sigh of relief. Then after Dr. Agnew looked at every part of the fetus' body, she informed us that we were having a GIRL! That's right, 'no scrotum or balls' she said. I was shocked, David has felt it was a girl all along. My initial instinct was, holy ****! What am I going to do with a girl. I just got used to raising a boy. But very quickly my mind was flooded with ideas pertaining to a life with a little girl, a daughter, and I realized how badly I hoped, although didn't believe, this would one day be a reality for us. And then the tears started to flood.
There was some indication that we may be having a girl over my first trimester. I was so much more sick than I was with Isaac. Vomiting was not an uncommon experience, and it lasted all day long. I would dream that I was having a girl. And David and everyone I knew was convinced from the beginning that it was going to be a she. I just didn't think it was possible for us to make a girl. But we did.
As for how I have been feeling... after week 16 things really shaped up. My energy increased (however I still feel exhausted raising a toddler and being pregnant at the same time). The nausea is gone. Finally. I am not sleeping all that well, although my peeing in the middle of the night has decreased from 5 times a night to 2. I have been doing a lot of prenatal yoga which feels great and has been very rewarding. It is very hard not to be able to get my heart rate above 140, and as all of my cardiovascular strength decreases it is feels great to have some physical abilities increase.
We have told Isaac about the new addition to come. One night when we were reading books I introduced one about babies, then another about being a big brother, and lastly one about a baby growing in a mommy's tummy. After we finished that book he told me he has a baby in his tummy. I laughed, and said... not but mommy does. He lifted up my shirt and said, I dont see one. Looked in my bellybutton and still couldn't see it. I tried the best I could to explain that it was inside, but it was obvious that the concept was very abstract, and for now it was ok to leave it that way. He spent the next three weeks torturing me. Making sure he knew he loved daddy more than mommy. Hitting me in the face. Refusing to sit on me because he would 'hurt the baby'. It was then that we knew, he does get this. It has gotten much better recently. He came to our doctors appoitment today, and after being reassured that he wasn't going to have to sit on the 'change table' or be examined, he seemed happy to go (as long as he could have snacks and sit on daddy's lap). He asked me in the car on the way to the appointment if the doctor was going to take the baby out, and I explained that we had a long time before that was going to happen. Slowly, it seems, we are all figuring this out together.
Princess Seamonkey
20 weeks
3/4 pound
7 inches
due December 14th, 2009
We just finished up a fantastic holiday weekend filled with things we love to do and see. Friday we took Isaac to Coldwater Canyon park in the morning. He loved playing in the fountains, and of course had a monster melt down when it was time to leave. We headed for Newsroom for lunch, and then home for a very long nap. Saturday we headed to Silverstrand for the 4th. We spent most of the day on the beach. Isaac played in the sand (he has a new found fear of the ocean), and the Gehle's joined us in the late afternoon for apps, a bbq, and fireworks. The traffic getting out of ventura was nutty, but after patience and a couple hours we made it home. Sunday we went for a hike and a swim, and then saw Michael Mann's newest "Public Enemies". We both love loved it. We headed over the hill to Joan's on Third, picked up a gourmet picnic, and headed to the Hollywood Bowl for the trifecta of "The New Pornographers" "Tegan and Sara" and "Death Cab for Cutie". We decided to do something special and get a couple seats in a box, and wow was it worth it. It was a completely different experience. First of all, you are obviously much closer to the performers, but more importantly it created a very intimate experience that we hadn't had at the bowl. The seats were comfortable, waiters come around and take drink and food orders... it was amazing. The finale was Transatlanticism, with the LA Philharmonic, and a fantastically choreographed fireworks display. It was the perfect way to end the best show I had seen, and a fantastic weekend.
Over the past month or so, I have noticed Isaac really beginning to pronounce his new found sense of autonomy. He has always very much been his own person, but in the past has found pleasure in making the 'right' choice. In the past few weeks it is very obvious he is testing what happens if he makes the wrong choice. You can see him wanting to see how far he can push us, he has begun reasoning with us, and very much expressing emotions of feeling 'frustrated' 'cranky' 'sad' 'upset'...
It seems like these moments escalate quickly into head to head battles where David and I stand firm and explain to him the consequences of his choices. It is often centered around cleaning up his toys, switching activities from one to another, not doing something he knows is unacceptable (throwing his food of the table one piece at a time to see how far he can take it). The consequences have been clearly laid out and are usually threatening (and following through) with the removal of something he very much likes. Book time at night, desert, going to the park...
We feel this is an incredibly important stage in his development, but it makes it no more fun to go through. Our hope is that he soon begins to understand the consequences of his actions, and we will no longer have to do the painful dance we have been engaging in. The realist in me knows this is only the beginning of the hard part of parenting that will last many many years.
Today was Isaac's last day in the Red Room with teachers Vanessa and Marybell. As David and I watched through the school's window out to the playground we were amazed in the changes Isaac has made in a few short months. In January Isaac stuck with his teachers, or sat on the bench watching his friends play. Today he ran around playfully, engaged in all activities, and looked like he was having a great time while doing so. It was an emotional day, saying goodbye to the little classroom where Isaac got his start, but also a joyful one knowing he is leaving a much more self confidant and self sufficient little boy. I felt so proud of all he had acomlished and all he was willing to let into his little world. In just a week Isaac will start into his older two's class with many of his friends from the red room. He knows he is now 'too big' for the red room, and seems accepting of the transition and change that is upon him. I can only hope that his expereince in his new class is as wonderful as the one he just graduated from.
I have recently noticed little things that spew out of isaac's brain that very much surprise me. Once your child starts going to school, and he begins learning from a much richer fabric of sources and people, he comes home with thoughts and ideas, facts and tidbits that every day make me smile, and beg the question of, where did he pick THAT up.
This morning Isaac brought me the "W" from his alphabet puzzle, and said, "W starts with Whale". Granted, that isn't exactly the case, I understood his intent, and couldn't believe he had picked that up. He proceeded to tell me about other letters, and what they 'start with'.
Other funny little things he has mentioned... 'The turtles at school aren't 'hibernating' any more'. A Bob Marley song came on the radio, and he identified it as a Bob Marley song (apparently something his class dances to at school). He is able to sing from start to finish "Rock-a-bye-baby", "Old Mac Donald", Twinkle Twinkle, ABC, and a slue of other songs often putting himself to sleep by practicing. He knows we live on 'Woodcliff Road'. He understands emotions, what makes him sad and happy, and has become increasingly sensitive to how his actions make others feel. He has a new found interest in sea life and can identify most sea creatures by name. He has new animal friends who must sleep in his crib. They all have spots, and purposes. Beaver must have his own money milk, and is located in the top right side of the crib. Little turtle sleeps in the top middle, and octopus sleeps on the top left side of the crib. Nothing else is to be in the crib.
If you ask him to do something, he just might listen. He can bring you a diaper, clean up toys in the other room, and do small tasks even when you aren't watching over him.
He has come close to memorization on many books and movies. He can point out obscure things in books ( Eiffel Tower, Paris, Baked Beans, Parachutes, Scary Forests, Jupiter) and knows when Ursula is about to appear in The Little Mermaid and demands it is fast forwarded.
He remembers everything that is promised to him and reminds you throughout the day, in detail, verbatim.
I could continue to list because it truly is the most amazing age. Every day there is something I want to jot down, or make a mental note of. He amazes me, keeps me on my toes, and just the thought of him easily makes me smile.
Who knew love could grow. and grow. and grow.
This year I really wanted to start a little garden with Isaac, and take a few trips to the farm so that he could begin to make the connection between what we eat and where it comes from. At the beginning of spring Isaac and I planted some veggies from seeds. Tomato, Corn, Long Beans, Carrots, Squash, and Broccoli. We now have lots of vegetable plants very close to pickin'. It has been a wonderful experience for us to water them, and feed them... and it is a good reminder of the time and energy it takes to harvest the things we can so easily purchase at our local market. It has helped me to be more conscious of waste, and has demonstrated to Isaac how long it takes to cultivate the produce we often take for granted.
We also took a trip to Underwood Family Farms to pick our own strawberries. Isaac loved taking each little berry off the stem, and placing it in his container. It took time and energy, and the payoff when we got home was well worth it.
I hope to make this an annual springtime project that Isaac can become more and more involved in as the years pass. I think it is a very important and rewarding experience, and am very thankful for the sun, water, oxygen, soil, and little seedlings that have made it possible.
A big thank you to my boys for making mothers day very special. It was one of those perfectly simple days filled with the little things I am known to love. Sleeping in. Homemade waffles. Goofy silly celebration. A big family dinner. And a lot of TLC from David and Isaac.
David and I have noticed a real change in Isaac this past month. There has been a huge increase in his general energy level. He is like a tornado, circling the house at top speed ALL THE TIME. He runs and runs and runs (claims he is getting exercise) and is mostly interested in very physical activities. David and I are woken every morning with a jump on the bed, and a "GOOD MORNING" or a "HI SWEETIE" at top volume, followed by some toy rolling over our head or back. Then a loud shriek of pleasure... "BYE BYE"... ISAAC'S GOING IN THE LIVING ROOM"..."SEE YOU ALLIGATOR". Then he jumps off the bed and sings some melody he has made up all the way to the living room.
At the park he is climbing more aggressively, trying more challenging activities, and very interested in the many ways he can use a single piece of equipment. He loves going down the slide 'backwards', and has started becoming very good at climbing ladder type equipment. It is obvious he is exploring and testing his physical limits. In addition, he seems much more comfortable in his own skin. He has a different sense of confidence, and is very much able to just be in a moment. He is free.
This past weekend at the beach he spent and hour running in the sand, then rolling in the sand, then lying, and lounging, and climbing... It was an amazing joy to watch him in his element. He spent time independently, just being. Immersed in the cold damp earth below, he seemed very much at peace.
(Isaac and David making 'monster' faces on the Eiffel Tower (lifeguard tower).)
Isaac's school's spring parade was the first time he participated in a school wide event independently. I was originally told he was going to be a cucumber, but to my delite, out walked the cutest bunch of grapes I had seen. The kids were all responsible for making their own costumes which included dying, cutting, painting, gluing, and assembling. Once they were complete they were allowed to trade with their friends if they preferred a different costume. Apparently, Isaac prefers grapes.
He seemed fairly overwhelmed throughout the parade, but also aware he was a part of something larger than himself. For a toddler, this is huge. Bubie and Papu surprised him and showed up for a peek at the event before they headed off to Asia. Isaac and I celebrated his big day with strawberry milkshakes at Mel's.
We have been through many strange illnesses with Isaac over his two years. Roseola, Croup, Fevers, Numerous Colds, Ear Infection, Diarrhea... the list is long and varied. This latest battle with Influenza A takes the cake. Isaac had the flu shot a little over a month before he caught the virus, I can only presume from school. I went out of town the day the fever presented itself, so David was stuck by himself to deal with our little one forcing him to rearrange work schedule, and play nurse for an incredibly cranky and difficult toddler. Consequently I had a pretty awful pit in my stomach the whole time I was away, and tried to get home on the first flight possible with no luck. I trusted that David was doing everything he can, and that my boys were taking care of eachother, but I wanted to be home doing everything i could.
I think both David and I would agree that our little boy literally left his body for two whole weeks. We did not recognzie influenza isaac. There was no life in his eyes, he hated everything he used to love, he didn't eat a thing for about 12 days, all he wanted to do was watch movies, and lay around. Once the fever broke around day 6, the night time vomitting began. In the middle of the night we would hear a yelp, then a scream, and rush into Isaac vomitting in his crib. This is just about when mom and dad freaked out, and couldn't help but think, is there something wrong with our kid. Even Dr. Shulman showed signs of concern, and ordered various blood tests to be done. (try finding a vein on a two year old). The tests came back A-OK.
A couple days later, a cold, then a cough... and then...
I S A A C I S B A C K ! ! !
Our jumpin' singin' demandin' guy is back. We missed you Isaac! So good that you are a 'happy boy'.
Mom and I did our annual spring trip a couple weeks ago, and headed up to the Canadian PNW for a peek at Vancouver. I have long wanted to spend time here, and get to know the city I have been ever so curious about. I can honestly say after just a few short days here, this is one of the first cities outside of LA I could easily live in. I have always had a fondness for the PNW landscape, the attitude and tempo of those who live there... pair that with O'Canada and one might say - TRIFECTA!
We wondered around various parts of the city with our amazing guide and friend Ros. We spent time in Gastown where stumbled upon MANDULA. Every piece of handmade couture was incredibly strange on the hanger. So strange that you weren't sure how to wear it, or what it was... but after a couple hours of trying on almost every piece in the store, mom and I agreed we were blown away. Each piece is designed in a sustainable fabric, and fits every body type. There are no sizes, labels, or vast color choices. This is a store for basics made from yummy materials, and amazingly interesting cuts. Pieces wrap, and tie, and pucker. They are paired with vintage belts from the 1800 used wars of days past. The gritty combinations of old and new, the smell, the texture... it was a one of a kind experience.
ON TOP OF IT ALL... the designer is HUNGARIAN. She was in the store that day, and loved seeing the pieces on our bodies. I picked out a couple incredibly special pieces (that i am not even sure how to put on), and will cherish them for the rest of my life. Thank you mom for this very specaial birthday treat. I will never forget it.
We went for a celebratory lunch afterwards at the Salt Tasting Room. It was the kind of lunch you can only have on vacation. The one that starts at 2pm, lasts a couple hours, and consists of only wine and cheese. It was super duper lovely.
We spent the rest of the week checking out Granville Market, the newly reopened Museum of Anthropology, Ros beautiful condo where I got to meet her amazing friends (she can party like a rock star), and Hammam massage.
I haven't mentioned, because I wanted to focus on the good, how sick Isaac was when I left. I have saved that for its own blog entry...
At Coco's three week check up today she weighed in at 6 pounds 7 ounces, a whopping 20 ounce weight gain in 17 days. Considering I am feeding one side per feeding, I am now convinced I am producing a monster amount of milk. Coco is choking on the milk at the start of each feed, and seems gassy and uncomfortable after several of the feeds during the day, but at least she is thriving and growing. Dr. Shulman recommended pro-biotic drops to help with the gas and fussiness. He thought they may or may not work, but that it was worth a try.
