Kai's Second Week of Life

When last we saw our fearless heroes, their adventure had just found them returning home for the first time as a family of three. Gone were the days of being a mere duo!

And so our adventure continues. Is there really ever an end to the adventure known as parenthood? Probably not, but we would prefer a few breathers in between the adrenaline rushes. Kailea continues to grow and thrive, but with too many bumps in the road! Despite efforts to combat her reflux, she continues to spit up.

Now, all babies spit up. But with Kailea, it is a bit beyond your typical burp that brings up some of her latest meal yet undigested. Not quite Exorcist Baby, but a little too close for comfort.

But really, the main problem I think is us. Our time spent in the hospital has trained us to constantly watch the baby with a critical eye, looking for problems in every thing she does. We classify her spit-ups, we log her diapers with descriptions of her poops, we turn on the light to check on her every time she makes a noise in the middle of the night. I soaked up all of this information from Eric's Mom about how "normal" baby behavior can seem bizarre - spitting up, straining to poop, going "too long" between poops, etc. (Have I mentioned that having a baby nurse in the family is amazing?) But being in the hospital and all of these things being signs of concern, now they are of concern to us. It doesn't help that they have all of these goals that she's supposed to be hitting.

X many poopy diapers, X many wet. X many ounces per feeding, X many ounces per day. X many ounces weight gain per day. Gah! Numbers sound so important, and they flash in your head like neon lights, so you can't stop thinking about them. She had X-1 wet diapers today, she ate only X-3 ounces, she only gained 1/2X ounces today. AAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!! Make it stop!

She is so calm and alert and content, with good color, and a healthy appetite. I think that's enough for now. I really, really do.

Am I becoming an optimistic Mommy?