Mom update

http://www.djournal.com/pages/story.asp?ID=264891&pub=1&div=News
This is the link to an article in the Tupelo, MS paper about my mom and Bradley. Get a tissue.

Colic, party of 3

Here's Mr. Dean after his midnight bath last night. He did a huge poop (after scaring his mommy by not pooping for almost 24 hours), then managed to pee not once but twice on the changing table. His hair was soaked. The table was soaked. His clothes were soaked. We decided it was best to just throw him in the tub and hose him off. Now, Mr. Dean has not been enjoying his bath. I think it freaks him out a little. Marcus and I have gotten it down to a science--we can bathe him in under 3 minutes. Well, apparently we've just been doing it at the wrong time of day. The midnight bath actually went well! He even hung his little foot over the side of the sling and dipped it into the water. Yee haw. This was a nice change for us, considering we've had our first couple of nights of serious colic this week. On Monday night, I slept an hour and a half, 40 minutes of that with Dean passed out on my chest. He wouldn't nap on Tuesday unless he was in my arms, so napping didn't happen for me. By 8:30pm on Tuesday, my brain had turned to complete mush and I just had to lay down. Then it was back up for the midnight bath. :) We didn't get much sleep last night either. I read somewhere that babies hit a growth spurt around 3 1/2 weeks old, so maybe that explains his erratic behavior this week. Who knows. Hopefully he'll settle into sleep tonight. We do ok until about 5am, when we seem to hit the wall. Marcus and I can't help but worry a little that the neighbors are going to eventually fire-bomb us if we don't keep him from crying. We can let him cry it out on his own a little until the shrieking starts. I just can't take the shrieking. Marcus had the quote of the week on Monday at 4am. Dean had been screaming for close to 3 hours. We'd fed, changed rocked, sung to and held him. We put him in his swing. The screaming continued. Marcus looked at him in all seriousness and said "This is why some species eat their young." :)

We have a big weekend ahead of us. We'll take our first road trip as a family of three (well, with the baby on the outside) to DC to visit the other Lanes. Dean will meet his Uncle Mike, Aunt Mirka and cousin Adam for the first time and will get to hang out at Grandmama and Grandpappy's house. We are excited that said grandparents will take care of baby so we can sleep!

On another note, I feel like I should go ahead and share this. I went back to the doctor today to follow up and get my results from my renal ultrasound and bloodwork they did last week. I have been diagnosed with polycystic kidney disease, the same disease my mom has. At this point, I'm in very good health. My kidney function is perfect and there is medically no emergency. My doctor was fantastic today--he spent 45 minutes talking to me and referred me to a nephrologist (kidney doctor) he knows and likes. He even called me at home tonight to see how my mom had reacted to the news and to tell me he'd talked to the nephrologist about me and that he'd be calling after my appointment to see how it went. I really, really appreciated that. My blood pressure was pretty close to normal, so hypertension is not a concern, which is good. Obviously, Marcus and I have a lot of questions, but we'll deal with things as they come. Some people live with the disease and never have any problems. We'll keep you posted.

22 down, 10 to go!

Pounds, that is. I went to the doctor yesterday to follow-up on my high blood pressure (more on that later) and hopped up on the scale to see that I"m only 10 pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight. That makes a happy Jen. Somewhere around Thanksgiving, also known as the last day of my pregnancy where I felt ok, I decided I would never lose my baby weight. I have no idea why I believed this. Anyway, I'm happy it's coming off. I still have a little tummy pooch around my scar, but I see real jeans in my near future! My wedding ring and socks fit again, so that will do fine for now.

Mr. Dean continues to keep us on our toes. And by that I mean awake from 1:30-4am. I took the "Late shift" last night and it was a marathon of feeding, rocking, diaper changes, singing and an episode of "Unwrapped" on Food TV that taught us some fascinating facts about eggs. My doctor is pretty sure my lack of sleep is adding to my lingering hypertension. Tomorrow, I'll have blood work done and on Monday, a renal ultrasound. Given my family history of polycystic kidneys, we've got to rule that out.

Today my friend Betsy came over to meet Dean. Before she arrived, I changed his diaper and brought him into the bedroom to change his outfit. I got him all dressed, then scooped him up only to discover that his entire back was soaked. And so was my bed. He gets angry when you take his clothes off, so I guess piddling on my side of the bed was his revenge. Of course, he didn't realize that this meant I'd have to change his outfit AGAIN... Poor little guy. Check out the picture above of him doing a crazy baby yoga pose after sprinkling the big bed. Babies are super flexible!

Thank God for the Fisher Price Rainforest swing

Mr. Dean had his second well-baby visit today and all is good! He weighed in at 7 lbs. 5 oz. and measured 20 inches. He's a growing boy! He also peed all over the scale and pooped while the doctor was examining him. Guess he was showing off so they'd know all systems were "GO." I was a nervous wreck about taking him to the doctor by myself (Marcus had a meeting at work at the same time as his appt.), but he did great. We took a car service over there (he slept) and a taxi home (he slept). I think he would have slept through the appointment if they hadn't undressed him. He's been super fussy tonight, wanting to be held a lot and crying for no reason. Or maybe he's gassy. That's a pretty safe bet with him. He is a delightful little dude and we are loving having him here with us! I cannot believe that I'm still supposed to be pregnant for 5 more days. I think I would have popped some time last week. Today the swelling in my feet was down enough that I could wear normal socks and I was even able to put my wedding ring back on my hand! I still wore maternity pants because of my scar itchiness. And they're just so dang comfy.

Tomorrow I head to my new family doctor, Dr. Shepard, who will monitor my blood pressure. It was still a bit high at my 2 week OB appointment last week. It could be a lot of things, not the least of which is leftover symptoms from pre-eclampsia. We're hoping it's just that and maybe the fact that it's been a bit of a stressful month! We shall see. Fellow Grey's Anatomy fans, I have it in my head that I'm going to see Dr. McDreamy. In reality, he's probably an old Jewish man. Maybe he will let me take a picture of him to post.

Who else is sick of the tv writer's strike? Last night we actually watched a few minutes of Dance War: Bruno vs Carrie Ann before settling on American Gladiators. Hosted by Hulk Hogan. There was a time in my life where that would've been the coolest thing ever. Now is not that time. I want new episodes of Dirty Sexy Money and Pushing Daisies!! And let's not even think what will happen to the Academy Awards if this thing isn't resolved. The Golden Globes were just sad. Fortunately, American Idol started up again and has proven to be entertaining. Marcus and I have also taken a liking to Don't Forget The Lyrics. And, praise Jesus, LOST starts again in a week. :):):)

Dean-o is screaming now. Gotta go.

Best week ever

Well, we've lived through week one with a newborn! It's been an ongoing adventure, leaving us a little sleep-deprived, the sink pretty full of dishes and the house a little messy... but very, very happy. In the interest of time (because Mr. Dean could wake up any second demanding undivided attention...which he will certainly get!), I"ll run down the highlights for you in bullet form!
*Our first night away from Daddy. Marcus had to go to Alabama this Sunday and Monday, so Aunt Kitty stayed with Dean and me. She was amazing at taking care of both of us.
*Gas, gas and more gas. Who knew a tiny body could hold that much gas? And it keeps hitting him at 1am! Fortunately, our pediatrician had some excellent advice on how to get rid of said gas, so we're much happier now.
*Our first night of sleep last night, thanks to the Fisher Price Rainforest swing! Thank you, Jesus, for the Fisher Price Rainforest swing!
*Dean's umbilical cord stump fell off Monday, leaving him with quite the cute belly button. (it's an innie) Which led to...
*Dean's first tub bath. Which he hated. With a passion. See picture above of him screaming as we dried him off. But he smells better now.
*Watching this little person discover the world. It's so much fun to watch him follow sights and sounds. He has such a calm personality already. (Good thing...his name means "Calming.")
*Falling completely and totally in love with my husband all over again. I knew Marcus would be a wonderful dad, but his instincts with Dean are amazing. He's so good with him, whether it's changing a stinky diaper or rocking him back to sleep at 3 am. And he has taken exquisite care of me after my surgery. We have always prided ourselves for having such a strong connection as a couple and a deep mutual respect for one another as individuals, but nothing could have prepared us for how much closer having a child would bring us. What a wonderful feeling.
*Recovery from c-section . Not fun. I managed to pull a muscle in my back, so that's added a new level of discomfort to things. Until last night, I actually had to sleep on top of my pregnancy body pillow with a fort of pillows all around me just so I wouldn't have muscle spasms. I'm trying so hard to stay off the percocet and just manage the pain with tylenol. Percocet makes me goofy and hurts my stomach. I go to the dr. tomorrow, so maybe he'll have some suggestions.
*Shock and utter disbelief at how fast the pregnancy weight seems to be falling off! I look smaller than I did when we left West Virginia in my 18th week of pregnancy! My stomach is kind of a weird gelatinous blob at the bottom, topped off by my scar, which is still covered in steri-strips and looks like a big smile, but I don't even remotely look pregnant anymore. I can't wait to see how much I weigh tomorrow.
*My feet are still swollen. Gr.
*The real highlight has been realizing that our son is finally here in our arms to stay and we have a lifetime of laughs, kisses, smiles and love to share with him. It's even better than we imagined. :)

You know you want more pictures...

Several people have asked for more pictures of Dean. Thank you! He is quite the looker, isn't he? Here is a link to a flickr page Marcus set up today. I'll put some more on snapfish eventually.

We had a rough, gassy night, but today has been smooth sailing. He's quite the little charmer and is obsessed with his hands. In just the past couple of hours, he's come up with a pose we call "the mariachi" and has also flashed what we believe to be several gang signs. (One night in Queens and already...)

He also projectile pooped at Marcus and then peed in his own face. Baby boys are fun!

We see the pediatrician tomorrow for our first well baby visit.

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To know him is to love him...

And we do!!! Please allow us to introduce Mr. Dean Nelson Lane, born Saturday, January 5 (a mere 3 weeks early!), weighing in at 6 lbs. 13 oz. and measuring 18 1/2 inches long. After waking up feeling not so hot on Friday, we showed up for our routine 36 week appointment at Dr. Moritz's office, where they took one look at Jen (especially her swollen feet, ankles, hands and face) and another at her blood pressure and sent us promptly to the hospital! We were in triage by noon being screened for pre-eclampsia. By 2:00, the contractions were 5 minutes apart. At 7:00, we were admitted to a room where the contractions got MUCH stronger. Around 8:30, Demerol was administered, and Morphine after that wore off. At 10:30 they announced we weren't leaving without a baby and started induction with cervidal, a gel to get things moving. Boy, does it work! We went from 3 to 8 centimeters in an hour, then held steady at 9 cm for almost 5 hours. 5 miserable hours. Then the epidural man came. (Insert love for epidural man here :):):) ) Around 2:00 Saturday afternoon, it was decided that progress was stuck and the blood pressure problem was not going away, so to the OR we went for a c-section, where Dean joined us at 2:40pm. While Mommy headed off to recovery, Daddy and the Lane Grandparents followed baby Dean over to NICU, where he spent his entire hospital stay. Since he was early, Mom didn't get to do her Group B Strep Test during pregnancy, so he had to have antibiotics and also had to be observed for a little fluid in his lungs. But three short days later, here we are! We're sore, tired and a little gassy, but we're home. Dean is certainly living up to his nickname "Baby Awesome." And we're a family of three. There's nothing sweeter.

Gotta find a new movie candy now

To answer the question posed by the t-shirt, no, you don't. :)

The bassinet has been assembled. Extra sheets have been special ordered. (Because the people at Disney make it so you can't just buy them at Target--you have to CALL and order them!) The baby clothes are washed, folded and hung and put in their place. Baby's shelves are full of books, bibs, burp towels and tiny little washcloths. There's food in the freezer. If I prop my feet up any higher, I'll be hanging from the ceiling. Can I have my baby now?

Warning: this part contains some kind of personal information, which leads to a really funny story. Hope it doesn't make anyone uncomfortable. I have no modesty, so here we go. I woke up New Year's Eve feeling kinda funky with a sore spot on my left side kind of below my arm pit. (where underwire would hit you) It was worse yesterday when I woke up, so I got online to do some research about just what the heck it could be. I figured it out pretty quickly: I had a clogged milk duct. That can actually happen from your 6th month of pregnancy! So, it's New Year's Day. My doctor is on vacation until Jan. 2, but their answering service should be picking up. I call. The lady answers and sounds professional enough, asking my date of birth and what week of pregnancy I'm in. I then explain that I think I have a clogged milk duct and need some advice on how to treat it so it doesn't turn into an infection. She says "Okaaaaaaay, so you have a clogged milk dud?" (enter glare from Jen here) No, moron. DUCT. DUUUUUUUCT. I spell it for her. She says "ooooooh. okaaaaay. I'll get someone to call you." No one ever did, probably because she told the doctor on-call that I had a clogged milk dud and they didn't want to deal with someone that stupid on a holiday. Fortunately, my sister in law is also a nurse and mother of a one-year-old, so I called her and got some advice last night. And my milk dud is good as new today. I can't wait to tell the doctor this story when we see him on Friday.