Wrong again. Then right.

There have been so many times during our seven months with Stella when we thought we had everything figured out, only to discover that we were completely wrong. Back when she was refusing to eat and not gaining much weight, before her two months with the tube, we were, at one point, convinced that the… Continue reading Wrong again. Then right.

Stella Hungry.

Stella took a little more than 34 ounces (1,030 mls) of 24-calorie-per-ounce formula today. The high end of normal for this age is 32 ounces of 20-calorie-per-ounce breast milk or formula. She's been eating like this for a few days. Holy moly. We stopped giving her Prevacid. She is now only taking Zantac. Yay for… Continue reading Stella Hungry.

Wheel! Of! Feeding!

It occurred to me today that feeding Stella is like being on The Wheel of Fortune, a show that I've always loathed. As she's eating, I'm basically thinking, "Big Money! Big Money!" When she's done with the bottle, I look to see how much she's eaten--200 mls or more is the equivalent of landing on… Continue reading Wheel! Of! Feeding!

Lucky seven. (Months, that is.)

On St. Patrick's Day, Stella turned seven months old. I'm pretty sure that means she can get a driver's permit. And maybe even a part-time job. At the very least, she can sit up for long periods of time before the weight of her large head pulls her over. She can tickle the ivories like… Continue reading Lucky seven. (Months, that is.)

Meet Diego

Back in mid-November, when Stella's NG tube was put into her cute nose and down into her then-hungry and confused tummy, I was understandably freaked out. I wondered if it was the right thing to do. I worried about how it would affect her. So I did the worst possible thing I could do. I… Continue reading Meet Diego

A taste of spring, a touch of sleep deprivation

Spring sprang for a few hours today. And it was lovely. Stella and I went for a sun-drenched walk, and later, we sat outside on the quilt Mimi made. (If only Stella would put down her Blackberry and live in the moment once in a while!) This evening, it rained cats, dogs, and ponies. It… Continue reading A taste of spring, a touch of sleep deprivation

My other resume

I've jumped back into the freelance writing life in an effort to make a bit of money while I stay home with Stella Bella. This, of course, necessitated the updating of my resume. It got me thinking. Some of my most impressive achievements and abilities will never grace the pages of this supposedly all-important document.… Continue reading My other resume

At six months, a weight is lifted.

Stella has been weighed dozens and dozens and dozens of times during her six months here on earth. More times than the average Orange County housewife--nevermind the average baby. Many more times than a parent can reasonably expect to endure while maintaining his or her sanity. For close to three months, we went to the… Continue reading At six months, a weight is lifted.

A brighter day.

Okay. So we're 99% sure that Stella's change in eating habits is due to the pain of teething. I heard from Robin today and she reminded me that it will take months for us to really relax and not worry so much about how she eats. Stella is just fine. We are expecting a tooth… Continue reading A brighter day.

Please no.

Stella has been getting more and more difficult around eating again and I am starting to freak out about it. She is starting to refuse the bottle more and more. She doesn't want to eat upon waking up after sleeping for 10 to 11 hours. We now wait an hour after she wakes up, and… Continue reading Please no.