Ellery's lump (cephalohematoma, left parietal) is not getting smaller. Today her doctor took one look at it and ordered an x-ray series. I had to expose her to four different x-rays, and I'm feeling awful. That kind of radiation is terrible for anyone's health, much less a two week old. But he's concerned about it's size and wanted to make sure there was nothing else going on. I can't get over the guilt, though. She screamed the entire time (especially when they not-so-gently "stabilized" her head between two hard foamy things) and I just wanted to take her and run away.
Ack. Early food feeders. I tend to avoid the topic with my family now. We didn't feed our firstborn solids until seven months, and we don't intend to feed solids to this one until she's ready, either. I'm thinking around nine months, unless she show readiness earlier. It think all the grandparents were ready to start sneaking her cereal at night, as they seemed really
uncomfortable with exclusive breastfeeding past one week of age.
"When are you going to start feeding her?" Hmmm...isn't that what I do now?
What really gets me is my sister-in-law. Her husband is diabetic, and has been since toddlerhood. Her kids are at risk, too, and she starts feeding them solids at three months. I just read a study in a very
mainstream magazine that linked early feeding of solids to the development of diabetes! I mentioned it to her, casually, and she said, "Yeah, it seems like we can't do anything right anymore! I just let things roll off my back." Okay then.
I had stopped bleeding, too, until Tuesday. I've been out every day, so I'm thinking I should slow down. It's the durned carseat, which I'm philosophically opposed to carting around. But it's so cold at times that I feel bad picking up my cozy newborn and exposing her to the frigid air before stuffing her in a sling and rushing to the door. So, I lugged around the seat until inside, then used the sling. That takes a lot of work!