Henry is starting this rapid and noticeable development phase. It is crazy. And awesome. And a little bit sad. Crazy because he is a new baby every week. Heck, practically every day. Awesome because he is growing more and more hilarious by the minute. Sad because he is GROWING. The boy barely fits in tree frog pose any more (you know, head under my chin with his legs in my lap). Last week he began new sleeping patterns. I love and hate them. Love because he is regularly sleeping in a 6 hour stretch once a night!!! EEEE! I recognize how very lucky we are, most babies do not do this for quite some time yet. Hate because he is starting to get crochety between 7:00-8:00 and clearly needs real bed time now. BUT! That means his 6 hour stretch is 7:00-1:00 or 8:00-2:00 instead of the delightful 10:00-4:00 of the previous week. Sigh. Sometimes being a mom means you have to do things that are best for your kids. I think I heard that at some point in time. I guess.
He’s also starting to be awake for nice long stretches – a couple of hours at a time sometimes. And during that time he flails and kicks and smiles and laughs and coos and tries to hold his head up (and his mostly successful until he gets tired and then he face plants) I die over every single one of those actions. Like… belly laughing dying. And it feels like all of that JUST started happening. I have to say, it makes me excited for next week.
Except… next week is only two weeks away from putting Henry in daycare and me going back to work. I remain trepidatious and excited about those things. I can’t believe how quickly these past 10 weeks have flown by. I am already worrying about the guilt related to going back to work (which can’t possibly be healthy). If Henry goes to bed between 7:00 and 8:00 and we don’t get home until 5:30, that is not very much baby time! How do parents do it? I will SEE him a whopping 3-4 hours a day (depending on how our morning routine goes) and that thought is horrifying to me. How do working parents find meaningful time with their children WHILE taking care of a marriage WHILE taking care of a house WHILE taking care of pets and countless other things. And that is why I am having a tremendous amount of guilt settle in 2.5 weeks out from returning to work.
Side bar story: this morning Henry had his first blow out. Down his left leg, up the back, up the stomach. Thank GOODNESS he had on pajamas so none of the gross grossness got on me as I was tickling the crap (literally) out of the little monster. I had just tried a new brand of diaper and am trying not to judge that diaper because I think even the old faithful Pampers would have failed in the face of the most baby poop that ever existed.
And, now, a bit of a serious story. Since Henry’s umbilical cord fell off he has had a red nub in the center of his belly button. Our pediatrician thought it was a granuloma (i.e. an umbilical leftover that stubbornly will not fade). We treated it four times at the doctor’s office and treated it with alcohol at home for weeks and weeks. Finally, at Henry’s two month appointment, Dr. Evans conceded that it wasn’t going away and that it may be something else. She referred us to a dermatologist specialist in Kansas City and we went to see him yesterday. After being seen and sent to radiology to get an ultrasound to confirm, Henry actually has a patent urachus. This essentially means that there is tissue connecting Henry’s bladder to his belly button.We are waiting to hear from a urology specialist in the next few days to talk about course of action, but it will involve surgery. So far, I have not googled patent urachus. I am really proud of myself for this. But I imagine the surgery is going to be minimal given that the issue is right under the skin. But, who knows. The dermatologist strongly urged me not to google anything because he didn’t want me to see the horror stories related to this very common, very minor surgery. I will not lie… it is killing me, though. I WANT TO GOOGLE. I WANT TO GOOGLE SO BAD. The honest to goodness truth, though, is that because I have not googled and do not know what the treatment entails – I am truly not worried! And that feels good. I will plan to worry when I know for certain, from a doctor’s mouth, that there is something to worry about. Honestly, right now, the thing that bothers me the most is that PEE IS SEEPING OUT OF HENRY’S BELLY BUTTON. That is WEIRD. But I look forward to telling the monster that story one day. Other than the pee out of the belly button thing, Henry is a very healthy thriving 13 pound 11 ounce beast. And for that I am immensely thankful.