I took a friend to the airport at 4am this morning. Sounded like a perfectly reasonable request at the time, but when my alarm went off at 340am, just 30 minutes after getting Karl back down after his 3am feeding, it wasn't so reasonable anymore. Plus, Karl's "2 month" pediatrician appointment was at 9am which meant I wasn't going to be able to veg out all day.
I left the house at 355am and was back at home and in bed at 5am. I was wide awake. I started to tire a bit and then what do you know? Karl was up crying at 530am. A total non scheduled feeding time, so I got out of bed, gave him a bit of the boob and he was back out, in his crib at 545am. I listened to him fuss for about 15 minutes and he was out.
7ooam and the girls are now awake and I've been sleeping for less than an hour. I think Tom thought Karl was in the living room (had been sleeping in his swing due to grandma having his room for a week) and was trying to get the girls to be quiet cause I was sleeping but couldn't have them go into the living room either. I mutter "he's in his crib" and out they were quickly shuttled out the door.
730am, Tom is standing in front of me with a crying baby in his arms asking me if I want to get up and nurse him. I mutter something about bottle of breastmilk in fridge from pumping last night and back out I was.
Later on, no idea when, I hear Ella throwing a complete and utter fit. Almost enough for me to get up to find out what the issue was, but not quite enough. Tom was handling it. And then I hear the cry stop and the front door close. And them Tom's car start. Um. WTF? I glance at the clock. 8:49am. My appointment, 15 minutes away, is in 9 minutes. I FLY out of bed. I pull on the clothes I wore to the airport which were laying across the footboard of the bed. I run into bathroom, pee and pull my hair back. I have NO idea what I look like and I don't care. I run out into living room and find Karl sleeping in the swing. I pull him out and put him in carseat with jammies on. I run into nursery and get a set of clothes to change him into at Drs office. I'm in the car at 8:58am. I'm off. I call the Dr's office, let them know I'm late and ask them if they just want me to reschedule. They are cool with it and tell me to come in. Many apologies later, I'm there.
Karl is doing great! At 10w5d, he weighs 11lbs 6ozs. Amazing. I know I've done this with 3 babies now, but the fact that ~I~ am nourishing my children with mostly 100% breastmilk (due to all my medical issues and need for medication, i have had to give karl a few bottles of formula) and they thrive. I am so proud of myself for this achievement. I am so proud of my boobies.
He's in the 50th %tile for weight and 25th for height at 21.5". Pretty short dude. Ella was always in the 95th %tile in height and Allison was around 80%.
He did NOT get his shots, which pissed me off a bit, but I understood the issue. They explained the reason they didn't have the vaccinations and it's okay, but I wish I would have known ahead of time. I have to take him down to the health department's immunization clinic, which hopefully won't be a huge hassle, but I gotta do what I gotta do. My appointment is next wednesday, so I'll still be able to get his 4 month shots on time, as there will be at least 4 weeks in between them.
It's snowing now and hopefully I'll have a nice and quiet day with the little man. Tom leaves for Dallas in the wee hours of the morning so today is my last day of peacefulness until Sunday when he returns.