I did eventually figure out the entire pediatrician thing, so Jim had his very first appointment yesterday. It was also the first time I've taken him out of the house by myself, and I am delighted to report that it went fairly smoothly. I came to realize that one of the joys of breastfeeding is the lack of stuff to carry around. I just threw a couple spare diapers and a pack of wipes in my purse and we were good to go. Hurray for permanent internal food storage!
Having a bit of tummy time on the couch, with me standing by to prevent nosedives. No, this has no relevance whatsoever to the topic at hand, but how can I not post random pictures when there are so many cute ones?
It took a bit longer than expected to get out of the house, due to James being the hungriest baby in the world and requiring hours of feeding every morning, but we made it to the appointment on time. Trying to hold a baby and fill out paperwork at the same time was rather a trial (what kind of pediatrician doesn't have anywhere to set a baby in the waiting room? Bastards, all of them.), especially since he got the munchies half-way through and started doing his adorable baby-bird thing (mouth wide open, head bobbing back and forth, eyes staring hopefully), but we got through it and the receptionist was nice enough to take us straight back to an empty exam room so I could feed him. Have I mentioned how damned convenient breastfeeding is?
His eyes are the darkest blue you can imagine. We're pretty sure they'll eventually turn brown, since they're so dark.
After that Jim got weighed and measured. He's up about two ounces, to 7 pounds and 1/2 ounce, but his height/length is the same. He pooped on the scale, so I got to practice my speed-changing skills.
Poor fellow isn't capable of sleeping with his mouth closed.
Apparently gaining weight at the six-day appointment is abnormal. The conversation with the doctor was as follows:
Dr. S: So, he weighs 7lb .5oz. Do you remember how much he weighed at birth?
Leah: 6lb 14oz.
Dr. S: Really? You're formula-feeding, then?
Leah: No, breastfeeding.
Dr. S: REALLY? This isn't your first time breastfeeding, I take it?
Leah: No, first time.
Dr. S: REALLY? That's extraordinary!
Jim: *bares gums triumphantly*
So apparently the constant feeding isn't all in vain. I'm unreasonably pleased with myself.
One of his many poop faces. Poop noise, however, is always the same: *blert* Sounds like a half-empty ketchup bottle.
Everything else seemed to be perfectly normal. We're going back on Friday for another weight check, and then we won't be returning until he's two months old and up for being jabbed with needles.
Needles, you say?