So this has been a confusing week. Monday night Mason went to bed as usual but then woke up at midnight and pretty much stayed awake the WHOLE night. We ended up on the couch with me holding the pacifier in his mouth for him. I did notice that he had "lost his voice"..... poor poor thing. Tuesday I felt like I was a failure mother for the first time. I feel like I've kept it together for 3 months straight- but this day I felt overly tired, frustrated, stressed and confused. I feel like for the first time I had no idea what to do to 'relax' him. Mason really is the perfect baby- he hardly ever cries (unless he is hungry), he never ever spits up (knock on wood) and he just seems happy. So what the heck am I complaining about??? Thats why I'm feeling bad.
After consulting with about five other mothers- some veterans and some newbies with July babies- I had decided to give Mason some rice cereal in his night time bottle to help him (or maybe help me) sleep better at night. I was feeling desperate (and I still am in a way). It seemed to be working....he eats it fine, digests it fine and he did sleep a little longer for a few nights. But then a healthcare professional reminded me that I have a premie baby- and that maybe his little organs really aren't ready for that. Afterall, rice cereal is not recommended until a baby is 4 months and can hold their head up on their own- which he is neither. The doctor said that their little esophogus' are not fully formed and there can be 'cracks' in them and the rice can seep through them and cause problems.....ugh, that sounds scary and now I feel really bad. Is it really worth all that? Maybe not.
To me though, Mason doesnt seem like a premie at all. He was born at 35 weeks and 2 days. So to some- he was only 5 days early of being full term- or a week and 5 days early- whichever way you look at it. Then- he weighed 6 lbs 4 oz's..... most premies are much less than that. They tell me that weight doesnt matter though..... hmm. They also keep telling me I have to consider him his "adjusted age" which only makes him 7 weeks old instead of 12. Thats a very big difference...... to me, he is perfect. He smiles, he looks at the fan and the lights and responds to my voice.... he coo's at me and he snuggles the best.
Do I need to change my thinking? I really dont know. For now, I'm good.
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