Little Victor had a difficult week. First he had to have his circumcision redone because a little piece got left from the first time. A sliver of himself got tucked back under the foreskin and was irritating him in ways I hope never to experience.
The doctor, in order to get the painkiller to work faster, slipped him some sugar water. Which made his little insides blow up with gas, so for the next two days he was a natural gas well. And, since that kind of thing is still very new to him, he cried with each eruption. Sugar water also encourages babies to poo… which causes even more tears.
Then, to top off his week, he got constipated for almost two days. We were about to administer a little more sugar water, or something, when he finally unloaded tonight (Sunday). He filled his diaper, then he almost filled his jumper. There was baby crap — which at this point looks a lot like normal human crap — everywhere. He was covered from his nipples to his knees. It looked like a large animal dumped on him.
Afterwards he was all floppy and had this eyes-half-closed look like he was thinking “ohmygodIamsofreakinghighrightnow”.
Unfortunately Victor missed the Super Bowl. Tonight was his bath night, and his mom wanted to get everyone to bed early because she has a doctor’s appointment in Ottawa in the morning.
It’s her first official checkup since having Victor. I’m not sure why I’m not going… weird.
Victor did spend a lot of time with his grandmother this week. My mom and my girlfriend have set up a babysitting schedule, so mom will have her grandson once a week for four hours, then twice weekly once her volunteering schedule gets set — mom lost her job at the National Archives just before Christmas, so she’s going to work at archiving the local municipalities historical records.
My mom and my step-father are having a great time with Victor.
Personally, however, with the incredible and sustained screaming I did lose my temper on… I think it was Monday. Maybe Tuesday. The screaming was constant, and very loud, for ninety straight minutes. This was when, later on, we found out about the little piece of leftover hard foreskin.
I ended up walking around the apartment with him, just bouncing him gently, with my face close to his, and saying hello in different tones. It calmed us both down. But there was a point where I had to put him back in his basket and walk away. I’m still a little freaked out about how much I wanted to break a chair, or something.
Something else we found out was the cream we were using to soothe his nether regions, was actually irritating him. Especially when he peed. So now we’re using straight powdered corn starch. So far so good.
Although we are starting to believe he might have a touch of colic. He’s still regurgitating his formula, not nearly as much as ten days ago when he was basically a lawn fountain, but just enough to make us want to see a doctor about it. He’s also crying when we give him the bottle… but I think that was just the bad week he was having.
We are changing formula’s. We’ve been using Similac, but my girlfriend wants to try another one… but I’ve totally forgotten the name.
Little Victor and his great-grandfather, Big Victor, had three visits this week. They get along great. I am, however, getting progressively more worried about my grandfather. His walking skills are degenerating quickly. He’s also just showing up at my girlfriend’s door at random times. She doesn’t mind, she loves having him around, but he’s acting as though they were planned visits.
It’s weird, he’ll refer to phone calls which never happened, but then he and my step-father had a long talk today about upcoming construction projects in Ottawa — he’s an engineer, my step-father’s an architect and city planner. And he’s still dead-on when it comes to politics and sports. It’s like the peripheral vision is getting worse — if not completely gone, but he can still see the important stuff.
…quick Cooler update: her first vet visit is this Wednesday. She gets her shots, and an exam, then next week she gets spayed.
This week Victor and I watched “To Kill A Mockingbird”, with Gregory Peck and a really young — and creepy — Robert Duvall, we also watched David Bowie in “The Man Who Fell To Earth”, which is taken from a book by Walter Tevis, who wrote my favourite book, “Mockingbird”. Pretty cool link, eh? That was on purpose.
We also watched “In The Heat Of The Night” with Sidney Poitier and Rod Steiger, and most of “The Untouchables”… this was totally by accident, but The Untouchables is about Al Capone — played by Robert DeNiro — while Rod Steiger, in 1959, played Al Capone in “Al Capone”. That would have been pretty cool if I could have done that on purpose.
New music this week was ‘Pharaoh’s Dance’ from Miles Davis’ “Bitches Brew”. I had played earlier Miles for Victor a couple of weeks ago. I’m not sure which he prefers yet.
And we also listened to The Grey Album… it’s an illegal mashup by DJ Danger Mouse of Jay-Z’s “The Black Album” and The Beatles’ “The White Album”. Very cool. ‘99 Problems‘ (feat.: Helter Skelter) should be a classic… so sayeth Victor, so sayeth we all.