David’s First Hike

Today, Chris, David, and I went on a hike at our neighborhood park, Edgewood.  David pretty much slept the whole time, but Chris and I really enjoyed the fresh air and great weather.  I hope this will be the first of many more hikes to come.
Proof that David was actually with us

Thanks, Chris, for carrying David the whole way

View from the top

The only part of David that could be seen: his legs

Happy 2 Month Birthday, Baby David!

Today is David’s two month birthday!  We’re all doing well, though David did have his first fever this weekend.  (He got his vaccinations at his 8 week check-up.)  He’s nice and chubby – up to the 75th percentile in weight now!  (He was at the 25th when he was born.)  Here are some pics of the little guy.

This past weekend, Chris, David, and I went to the NICU reunion at the park across from the hospital.  David slept through the whole thing, but Chris and I enjoyed getting out of the apartment and the fresh air.  It was also great to catch up with some of the nurses who took such good care of David back in August.  They had a really cool fire truck, too.

And he’s still getting bigger…

David is now seven and a half weeks old.  I can’t believe how quickly the time has passed.  He’s still growing.  In fact, Chris pointed out yesterday that he’s almost doubled in weight already!  Since our last posting, several fun and exciting things have happened.  Most notably, Greg and Camille came to visit.  I promise to post pictures soon, but they’re all unfortunately stuck on Chris’ laptop which is having a few technical difficulties.  For the record, Chris is fully capable of fixing said problems, he just hasn’t had time … you know … with the full-time job, 8+ hours of David duty each day and being the sole dishwasher for several weeks.  In the meantime, I’ve posted a few videos of David being David.  
I’m also thrilled to mention that my finger is healing nicely.  We were a little worried by the talk of potential tissue death and/or surgery, but it’s completely healthy and will be fully functional.  It should be as good as new in a few days!

We might make it after all …

We’ve officially survived over a month – David will be 6 weeks old on Friday.  It’s hard to believe how fast the time has gone and how big he’s gotten!  It took a 6 year old boy at target telling me to “enjoy my baby” for me to remember that this process is supposed to be enjoyable.  It’s getting there… I do think that these last few weeks can be summed up quite nicely by the saying on a onsie that Chris’ work gave him: “Please satisfy my unreasonable needs immediately.”   🙂
Thank you very much to all of our friends who have helped us this last week!  We had some very dear friends who came over to provide moral support and help Chris with the dishes.    I can confidently say that there’s no way we would have made it through this week without you.  (My finger is healing nicely, but I still can’t get it wet.)
David is doing well.  He’s starting to sleep better, though this hasn’t really translated into more sleep for Mom and Dad, yet.  A friend of mine told me that her boys started sleeping better around 11.5 pounds.  Since David is right around 11 pounds, I’m really hopeful that he’ll continue to get better at the whole sleeping thing.
He’s gotten a lot more “active.”  My cousin sent us an adorable pumpkin hat that he loves to pull off of his head. 
And then, there’s the mystery of the sock:  I laid him down on his blanket with both socks on.  I turned around and 20 seconds later, his left sock was up near his right elbow.  I’m not sure how that happened, but I’m betting he had something to do with it.

He’s enjoyed some time chilling.  Chris thinks the title of this next pic should be “Dave’s not here, Man.”  I prefer to think that he’s just wishing us all peace.

And finally … below is what I call success:

Who needs fingers anyway?

Today’s story starts around 11am, when Kate woke me up about an hour earlier than I was planning.  She was holding David in a contorted way between her arms, and her left hand was grasping her right index finger.  “What’s wrong?” I said.  She replied, “I cut myself on one of the kitchen knives.”

So I held David while Kate continued to hold pressure.  After about 20 minutes, the bleeding stopped, and we tried peeling back the Kleenex that was acting like gauze to assess the damage. The wound started oozing pretty badly again, so we thought it best to take a ride over to our favorite ER for a professional assessment.  As I was packing David into the carrier, I noticed Kate looking in the sink. She pointed to what I thought was the white part of a green onion that had been cut on a bias.  On closer inspection, it turned out it was her fingertip.

Though it was smaller than the size of a dime, we wrapped the fingertip in some wet gauze, put it in a Zip-Lock bag, and headed to the ER.  The doc cleaned the wound, put a tourniquet on Kate’s finger to help reduce the bleeding, and numbed it with a very painful injection; finally, a nurse wrapped it with a hemostat dressing and sent us on our way.  We have to go back on Thursday to have the dressing changed out.

Now Kate has a wad of gauze covered by a soft plastic shell on her index finger.  It’ll probably be there for two weeks or so.

I’m fairly convinced that this was Kate’s way of getting out of various chores around the house.  Since she can’t get the dressing wet, this means no more cleaning bottles, bathing David, etc.  (Ironically, Kate was doing the dishes when she cut herself earlier!)

On top of all of this, when I came on duty for the night shift, David began screaming bloody murder and nothing seemed to help soothe him.

It’s been an interesting day.

But since you came here to see a picture of the little buggar, here’s one taken while we were at the ER:

He’s growing (and growing and growing)

We’ve survived 3 weeks, and David keeps getting bigger and bigger.  He’s gained 2 pounds in the last 2 weeks!  He’s also been getting much more alert during certain times of the day, which is really fun.  A few highlights of this week include his first real bath, sleeping with Grammy and Grandpa Don, and playing with Dad.

In addition, I’d like to share a few of David’s funny faces.  Hope you enjoy!

Yoda face

The grumpy old man

The turtle

The thinker

The rapper

And last, but not least – the chubby Asian baby impersonation.  Yes, Claire, this one is for you!

Turns out that you have to feed them…

Well, we’ve officially survived two weeks!  Last week we thought that we had a fussy baby who didn’t like to sleep … well, it turns out that we weren’t feeding him.  Well, we were feeding him, but not quite enough.  We started supplementing with formula (just a little), and voila, our prayers have been answered!  Since then, he’s been a perfect angel.  In addition to the supplements, we invested in a new bassinet-like thing (the Fisher Price Rock and Play Sleeper), and he’s sleeping very well! We celebrated the first night when we could ALL sleep at the time time.  Granted, David still wakes up every 2 hours during the night, but we’ll take what little sleep we can get. 

In addition, we also went on our first outing this week!  (Well, if you don’t count the few doctor’s appointments that we’ve been to.)  We went to our favorite Chinese food restaurant for lunch, and David was pretty well behaved.

Some of David’s other activities this week:

Playing with Dad

Snuggling with Dad

Snuggling with Dad II

Reading a book with Mom

Having a deep conversation with Mom
Sleeping on Grandpa Don
Helping Dad work

Lifting head during tummy time

Hanging out with Dad

We’ve survived one week, and he’s still alive!

Happy Birthday, Baby David!  I can’t believe that he’s one week old today.  Needless to say, we’re all thrilled that we’ve survived.

For those of you who haven’t already heard this story, David had to spend a few days in the NICU.  Immediately after having a conversation with my doctor about both of us coming home from the hospital early because we were doing so well, a lab test came back indicating he was developing an infection.  Infections in newborns are taken very seriously since they have very immature immune systems.  They transferred him into the NICU and started him on a 48 hour course of IV antibiotics.  Now, you may be thinking that IV antibiotics aren’t that big of a deal, but it seems as if David has inherited his fathers veins, which are notoriously difficult to find.  He ended up needing two IV’s – one of which required seven different attempts.  After two days, his lab tests returned to normal, and the infection never materialized.  So, he either never had an infection, or the antibiotics worked.  We’ll probably never know.  Either way, we’re elated to have him home, and he was given a clean bill of health by his pediatrician during our first visit this week.

Caring for David at home as been an adventure to say the least.  Luckily, my parents flew in from Georgia to give us some much needed help.  (Thanks, Mom and Dad!)  David is a pretty good baby, but has created a few “challenges” for us.  First, he sleeps like a champ … if he’s being held.  He doesn’t like sleeping if not in someone’s arms, and definitely not in his bassinet.  This had led to quite a few sleepless nights for Dad.  Finally, he seems to have his days and night confused.  He’s awake and alert at night, ready to play, but really sleepy during the day.  I’m sure we’ll figure this out in time – but right now I think we’d all benefit from more sleep.  Hey, at this point, we’d settle for any sleep!

He looks like he’s sleeping … but this blissful face only lasted a few minutes.

We’re all hoping that he’ll like this new sleeper, at first it looks like success!

Baby Dave and Grandpa Don

Baby Dave and Grammy

Mostly iPoo?

On August 5, 2011 at 2:18am, David William Verges was born. He weighed 3360 grams (7 pounds, 6 ounces) and measured 48 cm (19 inches) long. 10 fingers, 10 toes, 2 arms, 3 legs, and peach fuzz for hair.
Mom (a.k.a. Kate) went into labor around 11:30pm on the evening of August 4th. The contractions were about 1-2 minutes long and spaced about 2-4 minutes apart. The recommendation is to go to the hospital when they are 1 minute long and 5 minutes apart, so needless to say, we were lagging a bit. Kate did an awesome job of focusing on her HypnoBabies relaxation techniques, and I packed up the car to go. We made it to the hospital around 1:00am and got to a room around 1:15am. We had left everything in the car, since we’d been told that it was easier to schlep things to the room once you knew which room was yours. (I figured I’d have time while Kate continued her contractions when I could make a few trips.)
The nurse learned that Kate was already 6cm dilated. The nurse and I started all of Kate’s admission paperwork, which took us to almost 2:00am. Upon another check around then, she discovered that Kate was 100% dilated and “ready to pop!” So she called reception and told them to have Dr. O’Callahan come. Then about 5 minutes later, Kate’s water broke; the nurse called reception again with the same request. Then 5 minutes later, David started to crown and Kate felt the uncontrollable urge to push. The nurse’s eyes got wide and her request this time changed to, “Dr. O’Callahan needs to be here NOW!”
The room filled with about 15 nurses in 30 seconds. Doctor O was still 10 minutes out, and David was coming regardless of who was catching; so one of the nurses ended up delivering him. They clamped the cord and I cut it. Then David was put on Mom’s chest. Doctor O showed up just in time to deliver the placenta and call Kate a “superwoman” for having such a fast and relatively easy birthing! 3 hours from start to finish.
Over the next 24 hours, we did all the standard stuff: feedings, tests, swaddling, etc. We mentioned that when we started this blog, we took the name from a cute onesie joke. I’m beginning to think that we should rename it to “mostly-ipoo.blogspot.com!” Five diapers in one day — now that’s progress!
Here’s mom and baby right after the birth, taken with my camera phone since the big camera was still in the car:
And here’s a close-up of little David imitating a burrito: