I am someone's Mama. That is pretty scary to me and probably should be to other members of organized society. But I have never been so happy or felt so much like I had a purpose. I hope you enjoy my musings.

Saturday, February 12, 2005

fart button

We took Devin in for his 2 month check up wherein he received his vaccinations. It was particularly painful to take him today because he was in such a good mood. He was alert, cooing, smiling and trusting. Little did he know, as he lay on the cold scale (10 lbs 10 oz, 22 inches- by the way), that by the end of this visit his parents would allow him to be stabbed multiple times with large pointed metal sticks. And he was so good too, it broke my heart! For the first time he didn't cry or pee all over himself! Well, that's what he gets for being good, huh, a shot in the ass! Ah, his first true lesson in betrayal. I hope it doesn't make him a bitter adult.
You are always hyper-conscious about the cleanliness of your baby when you take him to the pediatrician. We took him on bath day- before we had a chance to bathe him so he was at his grungiest. Lovely. Did you know that babies have crevices and pockets in their skin that you don't know about until you find them and realize that you have never cleaned that place? I'm just saying.
It turns out that Devin has an umbilical hernia. The poor little guy has what looks like a swollen "outie". If you squish it back in it feels like liquid and goes right back into his abdomen. I was disturbed to learn that the squishy feeling is actually his intestine. We learned about the warning signs for inflammation and squished it around a little. He's a gassy baby by nature but I think it made him fart. My baby has a fart button. I can't believe it.