The Dude certainly does keep us on our toes . . .
Things had settled down for awhile when Christopher went and changed his schedule on us. After weeks of sleeping from 9pm to 5am, last Thursday he woke up in the middle of the night and would not go back to sleep. After a few rounds of pass the crying baby (a fun game that I recommend for everyone at 1am), the German suggested a bottle. We gave the Dude his first midnight feeding in almost two months. The next day he ate and ate and ate. Then over the weekend, almost none of his clothes fit. Hmm . . . we have figured out that it his three month growth spurt. We is sleeping again at night, but I keep one eye opened convinced that something is going to happen.
It did yesterday. We took in the Dude for his 3 month check-up. He clocked in at 14.3 pounds and 25 inches. Then the doctor took an ultrasound of his hips. This is standard in Germany, especially at the first few check-ups. At his first appointment in March the doctor discovered a small blockage in his ureter between his kidney and bladder. "Nothing to worry about. We'll keep an eye on it." Yesterday the blockage had gotten bigger and the doctor was a bit more concerned.
It seems that some newborns have a small defect which can hinder the movement of urine into the bladder. If it is too bad then urine backs up into the kidneys creating kidney problems. Most babies tend to "out grow" of the problem. However, our doctor is sending us to a specialist next week to get better pictures of the kidneys in order to judge the extent of the problem. Yikes.
However, to top off an oh-so-special day, the Dude also got his second round of shots. He actually takes them quite well. Unfortunately, today he has developed a small fever and does not want to seem to eat. Poor Dude. I gave him a pill for his fever and pain. He whimpered this morning and I held him in my arms until he went back to sleep.
As I was attempting to sleep last night, all I could think of was my Little Dude. Over the past month I have really mourned the passing of my "old life." I felt out of sorts and could not get my feet on the ground, but when I considered the thought of something happening to my Little Dude . . . well, let's just say that I don't want to think about it.
But the beat goes on around here. On June 8 Christopher is being baptized. The German and I are excited because my Big Dad is coming over from Mo' Town. Also, Ch-ard is also making a return appearance. We asked him to be the Dude's Godfather. We could not imagine anyone else who could bring moral guidance and fashion sense to our little one. Although I am thrilled to have my family coming, I am fearing the implications for the Dude's sleeping habits, which are in direct proportion to MY sleeping habits.
Oh, and there is so much more to tell about The Job and of course Wildeshausen's Gildesfest. But right now I am going to rock my baby so I will leave you with a picture to contemplate. (The German is the Guy in the middle.)