November flew by with a flurry of visitors and activities and the all-consuming life that comes standard with a baby. Lewis has officially grown out of all of his newborn clothes and continues to change daily, most notably packing on the pounds. At six and a half weeks old, he is more animated and sweet than ever...we can't get enough of him (as the ridiculous amount of pictures posted below proves)!
One dramatic event not captured on film was our trip to the ER a few weeks ago. To make a long story short(er), Jack had been getting fussier and fussier over a period of a few days, culminating in an inconsolable crying session on a Sunday night. We called our pediatrician on her cell phone, and as she heard him screaming in the background sent us immediately to the ER. Of course, upon arrival, Jack was calm and sweet as can be. Thankfully, we did not have to wait long in the germ-infested waiting room (newborns get priority) and we were soon whisked away to triage and then our own room. Jack performed all of his tests and vital signs beautifully—he even had an x-ray! He looked darling in the little hospital gown the nurses had him wear, too. I desperately wanted to steal it (but I didn't) and wished I had had my camera with me (I know, psycho mom...). So what was the problem, you ask? Well, he had lots of gas in his intestines, poor little guy. The cure? Mylicon gas drops for infants; not a cure-all, but over the past few weeks, Lewis has felt increasingly better as his digestion system matures. Since I'm nursing him, I also cut out dairy, beans, tomatoes, citrus, most green vegetables, chocolate, peanut butter, and a few other hard to digest for infant foods from my diet for a while. Whew. Hopefully the worst is behind us.
Now for the promised pictures:
Just chillin'
Sleeping bear
Bathtime
Making his 'oh' face
Oddly enough, one of his favorite positions!
In the process of turning over...
...ta-da!
