Two Weeks!

Here's our little Tova at 12-days old.

Tova is 2-weeks old today. We both had doctor appointments today, Annike and Lars escorted us to them.

Here's Tova's update:

She has stretched to 20-1/2 inches (from 19" at birth and 18-1/2" 6-days after birth)

She is a little piggy weighing 7lbs and 10 ozs already! That's up from a birth weight of 6lbs13ozs and a hospital low of 6lbs5ozs. She pretty much eats all the time so it wasn't surprising, but very reassuring all the same. Her head circumference was 35 cms, which is way bigger than Soren's was but about the same as Petra and Annike.

We saw Dr Pale Californian today, she told us a bunch of stupid stuff about how we shouldn't take her out, how we should get her the flu vaccine (ummm, she's 2-weeks old . . . as if!), and how we need to keep Tova away from toddlers (er, like Annike?), preschoolers (Soren?) and school aged children (hmmm, Petra?) because they're so germy. Okay, then the final goofy thing she said was that we need to give Tova Vitamin D supplements because of the lack of sun this time of year. Ha! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! We told her we're Michigan folks and our first 3-children didn't never see sun, not ever and they don't have rickets. By the way, it is about 68 degrees and super sunny right now, maybe two clouds in the sky. Once every morning I take Tova outside to breastfeed her so that she can get at least 15-minutes of sunlight onto her forearm (the minimum recommendation for white and Asian women living in colder, less sunny climates). Lastly, Tova has thrush on her tongue and on her little bunnies in the form of a retched diaper rash so now she'll be doing the nystatin routine that the previous 3-babies of ours also did (though only Soren ever got both oral and tushy thrush).

As for me . . .

I've been able to wear my regular jeans and clothing (though my shirts are "bustin" at the seams if you catch my drift . . . AA to a D, who needs cosmetic surgery?!) since Tova was 1-week old. Today we went to see Mr Doctor OB, I've lost 24-lbs and only have 2 or 3 more pounds to go to get back to my pre-baby weight. That's kind of cool. My vital signs are great. I've been having lots of hot-flashes, it's the estrogen withdrawal. I got them following the others but I don't remember them lasting this long, Mr Doctor OB told me they may last longer this time because I'm older now. Sniff, sniff, my OB called me an old lady. My incision is good except for a little hole that is on the left side, little tiny hole. Still it totally barfs me out so I've been covering it with Petra's High School Musical band aids. He asked me a lot of probing questions in the presence of my husband (a man) and in the presence of, ummmm, himself (also a man). Very embarrassing. Lars states that he is disappointed in me because he is a professional and I'm nobody special but still, yo, cut a sistah some slack. I don't know how I ended up being his patient when the rest of the OB's in the practice are all women but that is how the cookie crumbled this time so now instead of pouring my heart out to a fellow midwife/woman, I have to talk to a young, single man about nipple pain, bleeding and bowel patterns. I declined to answer his questions on all fronts, Lars hung his head in shame, but we had a good laugh about it and I still walked out of that office with all the prescriptions I needed. Must have been some subliminal communications, dunno, but I got what I need. Anyway, I'm going to start taking Diflucan now so that it's a 3rd offensive front on Tova's thrush. Hopefully between her two meds and my month long dealio on Diflucan we'll nip this thrush in the bud . . . ya know, literally.