The trials and tribulations of Sydney
It feels like it's been a year since I last updated my blog. Things are just way too hectic. I started a new job about 6 weeks ago, and it has kept me busy ever since. There is simply not time for anything but work, Sydney, and sleep. Poor Tracie must be feeling a bit left out but then again, she's darn busy herself.
Sydney is now a full 5 month and 2 days old. She's a doll as always and weighs a "hefty" 14 lbs 6 ozs, which is right at the 50 percentile on the growth chart for baby girls. She has not started rolling yet. She tries, though. When she is on the blanket on the floor, she would roll over on her side almost completely but doesn't know how to unpin her arm from underneath her so she would roll back to her back. She has better luck in the bed, though. I think it is because the mattress is softer than the floor and having me lying next to her creates an incline to help with the roll. Unfortunately, she would roll over toward me only to find herself face down on the mattress with hardly any neck strength to lift her head up. She would get frustrated and started crying from not being able to look up or breathe freely. I had to help her turn over to be on her back again. It was somewhat comical to watch her try over and over again with the same result each time. If I don't lie next to her, she won't attempt to roll over. It figures.
She has endured a lot since my last post. She caught a terrible cold, apparently from the daycare center. We dropped her off one Friday morning just fine, only to pick up a Sydney with a slight fever and runny nose that afternoon. It was all downhill from there. It seems that Sydney has this thing for Fridays. In fact, we don't dare to mention the word "Friday" in front of her anymore. We remember all too well a Friday when she had her first serious bout of diarrhea and having to deal with it all weekend. We remember another Friday when we received a call from the daycare center because she was spitting up too much so we had to take her to the doctor. Just recently, the daycare center called to let us know that she had a horrible diaper rash. We spent the weekend dressing her in cloth diapers (Steve, if you are reading this, you would be proud) and letting her go "au naturelle" for a few hours so her skin can be exposed to air in hope of speeding up the healing process. If Sydney had issues, they would be discovered on a Friday for some inexplicable reason.
She still has not gotten over her cold. She is still sniffling and snorting even after 2 weeks. The poor thing breathes through her mouth at night. I have been cranking the humidifier every night hoping to give her some relief. We aspirate her little nostrils with an aspirator and saline sprays but it only makes her cranky. I can't blame her. I wouldn't want a big bulb stuck up my nose and only to find out that gooey things are still partying in my nasal cavities. It has been a scary and frustrating 2 weeks for all of us.
On top of it all, her skin problem continues to plague her. She has terrible eczema from head to toe. Her body feels like sandpaper. Her skin glows red when the temperature gets too high outside. Her little behind swells up with red bumps that sometimes bleed. We finally gave in and took her to the doctor. They gave her all kinds of medication, from Nystatin to some sort of cortisone cream and some sort of acne medication. We would put one after another on her skin, then add some baby powder on top trying to keep her dry, then decide that there was just too many things on her, so we would wash her off and start the process all over again.
Tracie is going crazy trying to keep up with Sydney's many issues. When we decided to start using cloth diapers on the weekends to give Sydney some time to heal, it started a whole new problem for Tracie. Not only did she have to wash all the diapers before putting them on the baby, she decided to wash them by hand after they are soiled. The decision did not last very long because Sydney is like Old Faithful. Her "geyser" goes off regularly with impressive force. Sometimes she would leak all over the carpet, the sheets, and whatever else urine can find its way to. It seems like Tracie was always washing diapers. I haven't mentioned the first time Sydney pooped in the cloth diaper. Enough said.
I'm glad I finally found some time to update this blog. Mother and daughter are sleeping soundly in the bedroom. I can almost hear Sydney's snore from here since her nose is still stuffy. Tomorrow, we're all going to a Braves game. It will be Sydney's first professional baseball game ever. Tracie's, too. They're going to be decked out in matching Braves' outfits. How cute it that??? I can't wait to take a picture of mother and daughter at The Teds (Turner Field).
Sydney is now a full 5 month and 2 days old. She's a doll as always and weighs a "hefty" 14 lbs 6 ozs, which is right at the 50 percentile on the growth chart for baby girls. She has not started rolling yet. She tries, though. When she is on the blanket on the floor, she would roll over on her side almost completely but doesn't know how to unpin her arm from underneath her so she would roll back to her back. She has better luck in the bed, though. I think it is because the mattress is softer than the floor and having me lying next to her creates an incline to help with the roll. Unfortunately, she would roll over toward me only to find herself face down on the mattress with hardly any neck strength to lift her head up. She would get frustrated and started crying from not being able to look up or breathe freely. I had to help her turn over to be on her back again. It was somewhat comical to watch her try over and over again with the same result each time. If I don't lie next to her, she won't attempt to roll over. It figures.
She has endured a lot since my last post. She caught a terrible cold, apparently from the daycare center. We dropped her off one Friday morning just fine, only to pick up a Sydney with a slight fever and runny nose that afternoon. It was all downhill from there. It seems that Sydney has this thing for Fridays. In fact, we don't dare to mention the word "Friday" in front of her anymore. We remember all too well a Friday when she had her first serious bout of diarrhea and having to deal with it all weekend. We remember another Friday when we received a call from the daycare center because she was spitting up too much so we had to take her to the doctor. Just recently, the daycare center called to let us know that she had a horrible diaper rash. We spent the weekend dressing her in cloth diapers (Steve, if you are reading this, you would be proud) and letting her go "au naturelle" for a few hours so her skin can be exposed to air in hope of speeding up the healing process. If Sydney had issues, they would be discovered on a Friday for some inexplicable reason.
She still has not gotten over her cold. She is still sniffling and snorting even after 2 weeks. The poor thing breathes through her mouth at night. I have been cranking the humidifier every night hoping to give her some relief. We aspirate her little nostrils with an aspirator and saline sprays but it only makes her cranky. I can't blame her. I wouldn't want a big bulb stuck up my nose and only to find out that gooey things are still partying in my nasal cavities. It has been a scary and frustrating 2 weeks for all of us.
On top of it all, her skin problem continues to plague her. She has terrible eczema from head to toe. Her body feels like sandpaper. Her skin glows red when the temperature gets too high outside. Her little behind swells up with red bumps that sometimes bleed. We finally gave in and took her to the doctor. They gave her all kinds of medication, from Nystatin to some sort of cortisone cream and some sort of acne medication. We would put one after another on her skin, then add some baby powder on top trying to keep her dry, then decide that there was just too many things on her, so we would wash her off and start the process all over again.
Tracie is going crazy trying to keep up with Sydney's many issues. When we decided to start using cloth diapers on the weekends to give Sydney some time to heal, it started a whole new problem for Tracie. Not only did she have to wash all the diapers before putting them on the baby, she decided to wash them by hand after they are soiled. The decision did not last very long because Sydney is like Old Faithful. Her "geyser" goes off regularly with impressive force. Sometimes she would leak all over the carpet, the sheets, and whatever else urine can find its way to. It seems like Tracie was always washing diapers. I haven't mentioned the first time Sydney pooped in the cloth diaper. Enough said.
I'm glad I finally found some time to update this blog. Mother and daughter are sleeping soundly in the bedroom. I can almost hear Sydney's snore from here since her nose is still stuffy. Tomorrow, we're all going to a Braves game. It will be Sydney's first professional baseball game ever. Tracie's, too. They're going to be decked out in matching Braves' outfits. How cute it that??? I can't wait to take a picture of mother and daughter at The Teds (Turner Field).
posted by DaddyEyeduck at 11:05 PM
1 Comments:
Poor Sydney!!! Dr. Smith's Diaper Ointment (Walgreens) supposedly works really well. Also, the eczema may be food related - I know of a lot of adults and babies/kids in which it is...something to think about. And lemme just say, you're NUTS for using cloth diapers and for washing them by hand! EWWWWWW! And last but not least, SudaCare plug-ins work amazingly well for poor noses like Sydney's - we should've bought stock for all that we use in our house.
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