First, let me say that I realize what I am about to say completely contradicts the post from yesterday. You’ll understand in a minute…
Have you ever seen those baby pictures that just make you want to melt? Those pictures of smiling, happy babies? I am obsessed with those pictures. When I was pregnant, there were several of my girlfriends who were due around the same time as me. Funny enough, all of us had baby boys. I follow pictures of this group of babies religiously. Because they are cute, yes. But also because you learn so much about babies through their pictures. You see what they are playing with, what they are doing, how they are developing…
But the thing about pictures is that people only take them during the happy times. Nobody takes the picture of their screaming four-month-old whose teething. Nobody takes the picture of their precious baby boy flipping out in the pasta aisle at the grocery store. Nobody takes the picture of the apple of their eye screaming because his diaper rash is bothering him.
Yeah, nobody takes those pictures.
So when you stare and stare at these perfect baby pictures, just remember that for every one, really great, sweet picture of Beanie, I have about twelve others of him pitching tiny temper tantrums. And most of those other pictures were probably taken over the last two weeks.
The last two weeks have been brutal for our family. And I blame Bean. (Sorry, Bean)
First, it started with a terrible cold that quickly became a raspy, nasty cough. The doctor said they think it might be a touch of bronchitis. On top of his cough and cold, Beanie went through a couple of days where his teeth – or lack thereof – were driving him crazy. And the teething led to diaper rash. And to top it all off, he’s been constipated for about four days.
I took him to the doctor last Thursday and they said to give him Benedryl at night to help him sleep and 2 oz. of pear juice for the constipation. We tried both of those, but had no luck. For the cold, we were running ourselves crazy. We had a humidifier in his room, we put him in steamy bathrooms, we used the Benedryl, we use saline spray, we used the nose sucker, we raised one end of his crib so that he slept at an angle (For future reference: use bumpers when you do this. Beanie ended up rolling to the bottom of his crib one night. Oops.). We really tried everything we had ever heard of to try and make him feel better, but nothing worked. During the day he was a little better, but at night he still kept himself awake with the coughing.
At night, we found the only thing that helped at all was to put him in the swing in our bedroom. Our doctor had a minor heart attack when I told her that, but I don’t care. It worked and that’s all that mattered. The problem was that he got so used to sleeping in that swing that now we can’t get him to sleep in his crib again.
After four days of coughing, no sleeping, and no poopin’ I called the doctor back again today. She said there isn’t much we can do that we aren’t already doing. Because he’s so young, he can’t really take medicine. She suggested that we increase the amount of Benedryl to help him sleep at night and that we increase the amount of pear juice we were giving him for the constipation. Later when I picked Bean up from daycare, his teacher mentioned the constipation thing and asked if I had tried prune juice. I told her our doctor suggested pear juice, not prune. That’s when she leaned in to me and whispered, “Doctors don’t know everything.” She went on to tell me that pear and apple juice were great for keeping babies regular and helping with light irregularity.
“But prune juice?” she said. “That’ll really clean them out.”
At this point, I’m willing to give anything a try. So Chris bought some prune juice today and we’re going to start small amounts of that tomorrow. Hopefully it’ll…um…get things movin’. So that’s been our past two weeks. Pretty rough. But I think we’ve got a good game plan together that will hopefully get us back on the right track soon.
Until then, I’m just going to keep looking at those sweet pictures of Bean and trying to remind myself that he’s there inside that snotty, constipated, diaper rashed, teething body of his somewhere…