July 30, 2011

Blake's Crib Friends

These are Blake's crib friends, Dots (the blanket in the background), Doo-Doo (the glow-seahorse), Praying Mantis, Eeyore, Monkey, and various bugs. We thought it was cute when he first expressed a desire to have "Dots" in his bed - this is a blanket I often used to keep myself warm while giving Blake a bottle in the middle of the night, and one day he asked to have it in his crib. Doo-Doo got his name because he plays some classical music as he glows, and in my attempt to hum to imitate him I would say "doo-doo-doo-doo-doo" to the tune. Praying Mantis and Eeyore entered the scene one day when Blake was teething and I wanted to give him something to chew on while falling asleep. The other "bugs" are friends of Praying Mantis, but Blake really cares only for Eore and Praying Mantis. Sometimes in the evening as Blake is supposed to be falling asleep we can hear him saying in a very sad voice "Eeyore fall down!" Unfortunately the little guys fit through the rungs in his crib and easily "fall down." We've had to teach him that, if Eeyore or Praying Mantis fall down he has to say "bye bye" to them until morning - Mommy and Daddy are not coming in to pick them up!
By far, his favorite crib friend is his Doo Doo. We often hear him wake up in the middle of the night, only to fuss briefly and then turn on his Doo Doo. We are so grateful for the comfort this Glow Guy has provided! We rarely let Doo Doo leave the crib (for fear that he will get dirty or be misplaced before bed/nap time). Here is Blake giving Doo Doo some love...
 

More Pics of the Little One

We continue to admire this little one. I can't help but compare him to Blake and I am struck mostly by the similarities. But there are some sweet, subtle differences as well...Carter's eyelashes are a little curlier than Blake's, his complexion is paler and pinker (Blake's, even very early, was more olive like Dada's), and his lips are thinner, creating a sweet little profile.
We ALWAYS swaddled Blake (until he was 6 months, I think), but we never swaddle Carter, and he does very well. (Mostly because it is just too hot to swaddle, but also because Carter seems quite content "free.") It makes me wonder if Blake really needed to be swaddled or if we just thought he needed to be swadled. I love how he sleeps with his little arms up when we have him on his back.
When Blake was about a month old I realized that he was already losing the baby-floppiness. Mike and I were trying to apply Babywise and let Blake fall asleep on his own and I distinctly remember thinking that I was going to hold the next baby much more, let him (or her) sleep on me more, etc. And I've done just that! I might regret it real soon, but I hold Carter and he sleeps on me often...and I love it!
Grandpop and Mare Mare came to visit, and Carter was very content in their arms, too!
 
 
Here is Carter and me having a little chat this morning; he is just starting to "coo." He is much more talkative than Blake was, making all sorts of sounds, and even Blake likes to imitate his "little noises."

Here is a sweet moment with Blake...giving his little teddy bear a bah-bah! He is such a good big brother, always loving to give Carter "tisses" (kisses), joyfully taking Carter's dirty diapers to the trash can, picking up pacifiers, etc. I have really appreciated his patience with Carter (and me); when I need to serve Carter and can't play with Blake, or pick him up, he rarely protests. I love my little men so much! 
 

July 21, 2011

Carter

Our dear friend, Tali, took some beautiful pictures of Carter. He was 15 days old when these photos were taken.


 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 



While Tali was here she took a few of Blake, too, just 'cause he's so cute!



Thanks so much, TK, for coming across the river to be a part of our life and capture these memories.

July 18, 2011

Another Allergic Baby

 
(Sorry to bore any readers with all these details, but I'm trying to keep record for my own sake.)
We had been praying throughout the pregnancy that Carter would not have the allergy issues that Blake did. I decided to maintain a "normal" diet throughout the pregnancy and not remove dairy from my diet in the 3rd trimester, which some doctors advise for subsequent pregnancies if older children have dairy allergies.
Shortly after bringing Carter home from the hospital, as his stool changed from the black muconium to the yellow-ish baby stool, I noticed that his stool was very mucusy. Blake had chronically mucusy stool until I removed dairy from my diet, so I was concerned that this was an early sign that Carter had allergies, too. I decided to make an appointment for him with Blake's GI specialist and immediately take dairy out of my diet, knowing it would take 4-5 weeks for the dairy to be out of Carter's system. But I was grateful that Carter seemed okay; we didn't notice any pain. Yet.
By week 2, however, Carter was noticeably uncomfortable, wrything and passing gas, and the stool was increasingly mucusy, so much so that it looked like his diaper had been slimed. One night it seemed so clear that Carter was in pain, that the following morning Mike and I agreed that we should try to give Carter some of Blake's hypo-allergenic formula and stop nursing, at least until we were able to see the specialist. Gratefully Carter took the bottle, and so I stopped nursing and pumped to maintain my milk supply. Carter seemed to do much better on the formula over the next few days, however he was clearly constipated (which often happens when breast-fed babies transition to formula; breast-milk is a natural laxative). On the morning of our specialist appointment I nursed Carter just to make him poop. Over the past few days I had even begun to doubt that my initial observations were valid and that he needed formula - perhaps that night he was crying just because he was hungry and not in pain afterall. But that day, after I nursed Carter, he was clearly very uncomfortable once again, and my doubts were removed - there was a clear connection between my breast-milk and his crying. 
When we went to the specialist, unfortunately she confirmed our fears. She agreed that his stool was far too mucusy, and she found traces of blood in it (both indications of food allergies) and she recommended that I immediately stop nursing and move to the amino acid formula (EleCare). Mike and I were prepared for this and we agreed - we certainly did not want Carter to suffer through the pain and delayed growth and development that Blake had endured, and none of us wanted those months of sleepless nights. The alternative was for me to continue pumping for another 3-4 weeks until dairy was out of my system completely, then try to nurse again, hoping that it was dairy that he was allergic to. But I was suspicious that the real allergy issue was something other than dairy, and it would be painful for Carter to re-introduce allergens and then try to remove them by process of elimination (not to mention it would be challenging to pump for 3 weeks to keep up my supply).
So I enjoyed the sweet blessing of nursing my newest baby for less than 2 weeks. By God's grace I think I'm handling it very well - for Blake I mourned (and delayed) this transition for months. For him I supplemented heavily with formula for 2 months while continuing to nurse at least once a day. It is just so hard to even grasp the concept that something other than breast milk would be better - even necessary - for my baby. But eventually I saw with Blake that his pain disappeared and he started to thrive on formula, and I guess this time I actually believe that this is best for Carter. And my experience with Blake has taught me that my relationship and bond with my son is not dependent on nursing. 
Actually, I am even appreciative of the freedom and physical relief that bottle feeding affords me. Mike (and grandparents) can help give bottles, we can get away on (longer) dates, and I won't feel drained and desperate for food for the next "x" number of months since I am no longer eating for two! I am freshly aware of the sacrifice so many of my friends make as they give of their bodies to nurse their babies well into the first year. You ladies are amazing, and your sacrifice honors the Lord.
By God's grace, Carter takes a bottle very happily. His stool is slowly losing its mucus, and the belly pain seems to be diminishing (I didn't expect it to disappear immediately, since diary and other allergens could stay in his system for a number of weeks and it takes even longer for his intestines to heal). We are all sleeping a little better. And I am enjoying sweet times of cuddling with my little one, even without nursing! We are praying for healing for Carter and Blake from their allergies, and I realize that it is because we live in a fallen world that these kinds of illnesses (allergies) exist. But I also thank God for the blessing of experience, and doctors, and very specialized infant formula.

July 6, 2011

More of Carter

First, a little comparison. Here is Blake (about 1.5 weeks old)
And here is Carter (also about 1.5 weeks old):
 
They are definitely brothers!

Carter didn't love his first bath...

Some family time.






Little, little fingers!





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July 1, 2011

Introducing...Carter James Thompson!

After the news has already hit Facebook, and the church Quick Read, I am finally getting around to bringing our blog up to speed more than a week later... Carter James Thompson has arrived! He eluded us for a while as twice in the preceding two weeks I was in the hospital (in the middle of the night) with "false" labor. But finally, on June 23rd, Carter decided come during normal, waking hours. This was a day after Mike's birthday, and just a couple days into my 38th week of pregnancy. 

The stats:
Carter James Thompson was born at 5:50pm on June 23rd. He weighed 6 lbs 12 oz and was 19.25 inches long. (And no, we don't plan to call him "CJ" - just "Carter.") Mom and baby are both doing very well!

Labor was relatively short (if you don't count the three weeks of contractions leading up to delivery); I was admitted a little before 2pm and Carter was born by 6pm. I enjoyed the blessing of an epidural (which is why I am smiling below). Labor story and more pics will follow, but I thought I should delay no longer and get at least some pics up!


His nose, like Blake's, was squished to one side at birth and has slowly been moving to a more "normal" position.

Introducing Blake to his new baby brother is among the most precious moments of my life. Blake came to visit a few hours after Carter was born, and I am so glad Dada captured the first moments on video.

Untitled from Sarah Thompson on Vimeo.

After initial greetings, Baby Carter "gave" Blake a trash truck and a Popsicle, to secure Blake's eternal love and affection.

Blake gets trash truck from Carter from Sarah Thompson on Vimeo.

And Blake gave Baby Carter a blue elephant (thanks, Grandma and Pop Pop!)
Blake loves his little brother and gives him lots of kisses and is always excited to see "Baby Carter." I don't think he makes the connection right now that Carter is the reason Mommy can't hold hold him (as I recover from delivery) or that Mommy can't spend as much time with him. So far Blake is consistently gentle and fascinated by his new little brother. 

We are so blessed to have these two beautiful boys!