Zeke had his one month pediatrician appointment today (even though he’s now 5 weeks) and he’s doing great. Despite my breastfeeding concerns, he’s gaining lots of weight and now weights 9 pounds 2 ounces. That means he’s gaining over an ounce a day which is pretty incredible. He’s also grown over two inches in length and his head has grown by a few centimeters. (Go little brain, go!) He has a little bit of diaper rash and lots of baby acne, but it’s all normal and should go away with time and a little bit of extra care in the diaper region.
Z gave the doctor a lovely demonstration of his incredible screaming abilities after being naked for just a bit too long, and she assured us that even that was normal. (She did call his nightly screaming “baby colic” which peaked my fears of having a colicky baby, but so far tonight he’s slept right through his regular fussy time and from what I’ve heard about other colicky babies, what we’re dealing with is nothing.)
I haven’t had myself weighed or measured since my last midwife appointment about 3 weeks ago, but I can say that my body is a bit out of whack. It didn’t really occur to me that I could get away with just a few maternity clothes, but that I would need a whole new wardrobe for my postpartum figure. I gained 30 pounds when I was pregnant, and I know I’ve lost at least half of that already. But my regular clothes definitely don’t fit and my maternity clothes are sagging. (Not to mention I’m sick to death of them.) I got a waist expander belt thingy so I can at least pretend to wear some of my regular pants, but they don’t make such a thing for tops and I can’t see how I’m ever going to be able to squeeze these giant bosoms into my regular clothes. I guess I’ll be making another trip to Old Navy to buy some cheap and expendable giant shirts.