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This has been a good week. A good couple of days especially. Maggie had her next doctor's appointment where they charted her growth, among other things. She's doing great. Her head size is above average (no surprise there) as is her length. Her weight gain is a bit below average, but not in a way to be concerned about. As the doctor said, she might just be a little wiry thing, and not every baby should be a buddha baby. So perhaps she'll achieve what neither of her parents has: being tall and skinny. Just to hedge our bets, though, I'm supposed to do what I can to increase my milk production -- more beer, fenugreek, and pumping. That way we're absolutely sure she's getting enough to eat. Any other old wives' advice out there?
The thing that has made the last three days so much better is the addition of drugs to Maggie's diet. One drug actually: simethicone. It's the miraculous anti-gas happy-baby-making drug. Our borderline-collicky baby is all of a sudden alert and happy and cooing and learning. No more screaming and writhing. No more crying with actual baby tears (as opposed to the other communicative cries like "I'm hungry" or "change me" which are tearless). And no more parents at the edge of sanity just hoping their baby will not be in pain for an hour or two. Three cheers for simethicone!
