May 16th is usually a pretty neat day, because it's our anniversary and also Ivan's stepdad Larry's birthday. But this year, it was also Ivan Jr's one-month birthday.
We celebrated by having brunch at Three Blind Mice - a great new restaurant where both Kate and Savannah are working - and quite a find in our neck of the woods (tapas and wine tasting more than a mile from I-85? Unheard of!). Ivan Jr was a hit with the wait staff, who were clearly prepped to be infatuated, thanks to Kate's advance marketing (ie., constant bombardment of photos from her camera phone). He slept through the adoration and allowed me to steal half of Ivan's dessert - the most amazing toffee bread pudding. It was sublime. Seriously. I embarrassed myself by forgetting how long we'd been married (I couldn't remember if we'd wed in 2004 or 2006), but fortunately it's engraved in Ivan's wedding band, and we were able to do the math.
All I know is we've been together for 11 wonderful years, and I could not ever find a better partner in this lifetime.
May 19th was Ivan Jr's one-month checkup, and he is now 23.25 inches long and weighs 11 pounds, 6 ounces. He's been a little fussy lately, but my research indicated it could be perfectly normal. However, I mentioned it to Dr. Wilson, along with asking her to look at a cyst that appeared on his bottom a couple days previous. She looked at the cyst and went into overdrive.
It turns out a skin infection version of MRSA is making the rounds, so she wanted to be absolutely certain that our kiddo knocked whatever he has out quickly, and sent us to the Immediate Care clinic. So we went, waited, met Dr. Tannenbaum, he got his culture and lanced the cyst., and sent us on our way with a couple of antibiotic prescriptions.
The amazing awesome Dr. Wilson called back on Thursday to make sure our little guy was okay, and insisted on seeing him before she went on vacation. So I brought Ivan back to her on Friday and she snuck us in between appointments. His cyst was about half the size in 48 hours. Whew!
On the other hand, I did learn the hard way that poo can arc, too. He managed to paint the changing table, both legs, and the floor over my left shoulder. Seriously, kid? At least I escaped the onslaught. Not sure how but I'm not complaining.
No, I did not take pictures.
More Updates
Since the little prince won't let me have more than 15 minutes to myself during the week (Daddy is babysitting right now), I am writing these blog posts over the course of a few days. Or weeks. Depends on how guilty I feel about not doing housework, because right now that's my tradeoff - computer or quick vacuum or quick dishes or laundry or... you get the idea. I am assiduously ignoring the ironing right now.
The weekend got off to a bad start with constant spitting up alternated with vomiting. I had gone grocery shopping and Ivan Sr had baby duty. By the time I got home he had changed his shirt twice and every blanket in the house had been anointed. I thought the kiddo didn't like the formula we were using (he usually only gets 2 oz of formula a day, when I give him his vitamins - he won't take them from the dropper), and since this was the first time he'd had this much of it, it was the first time his reaction was severe enough to garner attention.
I can't update this right now. I'm home from the hospital without my son and it is killing me. Pumped, will shower, and clothes from the dryer into the bag... and I'm on my way back. I'll post the rest when I can handle it.
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