What’s in a name (part 2)

I’ve been told that the name “Jonathan” also means “gift of god“. So, just as “Juan” is the Spanish version of “John”, “Jonathan” is the English version of “Ayaan” (and vice versa of course…).

The art….of the fart

The internet is a great thing. It let’s you see news stories, do your shopping and listen to music. But there’s one thing missing…you can’t smell things.

I so wish you could, just so you could experience what I go through. Every single day. My boy is one lean, mean, farting machine. And boy does it pong!

What’s funny is that we get happy when he farts, as it means he is getting rid of his wind. He’s the only person I know who gets a round of applause for passing wind in public.

Hope this doesn’t persist later in life. You can just imagine him at counselling meetings later in life: “hi, my name’s Ayaan, and I’m a fartaholic”.

I’ve been told it gets worse once he’s on solids. Oh joy.

The 8 week check

Poor chap. On Monday he had the chop and then two days later he has had to go for his 8 week check up. And that means vaccinations…which involves injections. He was a brave little soldier, only cried a little bit before calming down very quickly. Just when he had calmed down after that injection, then there was another one!

It’s a good thing he doesn’t understand injections. I don’t really like needles myself. Can you imagine how big the needles must look to an 8 week old baby?

We took him home and gave him a bath and fed him milk at the same time. He was happy as Larry.

Some things never change though. Whilst he sat in his bath in some comfort there was a sudden eruption and a collection of bubbles in the bath. Now that was a Kodak moment! Which leads me on to my next post….

Day of the chop

We got our boy circumcised yesterday. I know. Ouch. Better now than later on in life though. There are many articles which discuss the whys and wherefores of circumcision so I won’t get into a debate about that.

We had the appointment at 10.30am. The doctor gave us the option to stay or go to another room to wait. We both opted to stay. I couldn’t just abandon him there with strange people – not at a moment like this. Not that I wanted to see too much.

It was done in 15 minutes – amazingly quick. Baby A didn’t seem too bad as well. Sorry, I won’t go into all the details, partly to spare you, but also to spare myself reliving it as well!

He’s been a bit unsettled since we came home and hasn’t really slept. We don’t know if it was because of the operation or just him being his normal self (I reckon it’s the latter personally). It certainly didn’t stop him doing an almighty poo. Now THAT was more gory!

Nappy origami (part 2)

I changed his nappy by myself for the very first time recently. No, he didn’t christen me – I’m much too quick for that! Still, considering it was my first time with nobody beside me, he certainly made it hard for me.

There are too many things to think about when changing nappies – you need to open his nappy, watch out for spraying, hold his legs to stop him kicking AND wipe him all at the same time. You need to be an octopus for this!

I was trying to be as quick as I could, but unfortunately our son’s become a bit posh – he only does a poo when you open his nappy. And always at around 10am. Fair enough I guess, he obviously wants to maintain a clean bottom…but he expects me to hold his legs high in the air whilst he does the business. AND – I just knew he was going to pee at any minute. Which he did.

I managed to handle myself quite well I thought, and he looked so content too. There are side effects though. Have you ever had Hellman’s mustard mayonnaise? I’m never eating that again.

As much as I enjoyed the experience, I think I’ll try and avoid 10am nappy changes too.

My week at home

The day after we returned home (March 10th – I’m a bit behind on posts) I took the rest of the week as holiday. Well…if you can call it that. It was a tiring week, I’ve got to say. Actually, “tiring” doesn’t really do it justice….”exhausting” is a far better word.

 

We haven’t really settled into a good enough routine yet and we are feeding him every 3 hours. The problem is that he takes ages to feed, and before you know it, it’s feeding time again!

I definitely need to be going to sleep earlier though – never realised I needed that much sleep. I used to be quite a light sleeper and suffered from a bit of insomnia. Now, when my head hits the pillow I’m completely conked out! That’s what babies do to you.

I tell you what, after just that one week, I could never criticise stay-at-home mums. The stress levels are through the roof! You need to have the patience of a saint – and that’s just to deal with me.

As I mentioned previously though, maybe it’s not a bad thing going back to work….

Nappy origami

The title of this post is a bit misleading actually. It implies that putting a nappy on us really difficult. It’s not. The hard bit is the bit before you put the nappy on. Actually, I may have implied in the past that I regularly change my son’s nappies. I admit it – I don’t. C’mon, who wants to change nappies?

I reckon they should run a course for how to change nappies. There’s obviously the physical side to doing it, but nothing prepares you for the psychological impact of seeing a baby’s poo.

Think of the money you could rake in running a course like that. These things seem to come naturally for women, but blokes – they would sign up in a jiffy. Baby crying? Check nappy. Got a boy? Keep it covered. Baby gone quiet? Then get your gas masks out, ‘cos he’s gonna blow!

I reckon babies like the feel of cool air on their bums – seems to make them want to pee. And they go really quiet just a moment before.

The problem with Baby A – it makes him want to poo as well. And it’s never ending. We were standing there for 20 minutes the other day with his nappy open whilst he went about his important business of the day.

Actually, when I say “we”….I wasn’t actually there….