Today was a rough day for our little man. Two doctor's visits in one day. This morning he had his frenulum cut so he would no longer be tongue-tied. This was based on the recommendation of a lactation consultant that I saw last Friday. We were still having a hard time getting a comfortable feeding, and she was 90% certain it was due to a tongue restriction. The doctor agreed that it couldn't hurt to try, so we did that this morning. As promised, it was quick and mostly painless. He was mostly upset about the gloved fingers in his mouth and stopped crying as soon as he was in my arms again. I'm happy to report that the results are almost instant...our feedings since have been much more comfortable!
Then, we just got back from his two-week well-check. He already weighs 9 lbs., 6 oz.! We checked his jaundice numbers again, but won't have the results until tomorrow. I'll be very surprised if the numbers aren't down. He is so alert, eating so well, gaining weight....surely his numbers will be down. He was worn out after all the attention and is sleeping it off in his car seat.
He is a really good baby. So mellow and easy-going. He's been sleeping good, rousing himself at decent intervals to eat, staying alert for good chunks of the day. I think today's appointments are sort of the last on my list of hurdles to get over as we pursue a new normal. Can't believe it's already been two weeks, but I also have to remind myself that it's only been two weeks. Gotta keep those expectations realistic and ride the unpredictable waves of life with a newborn.
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