Wednesday, June 25, 2014

You Say Frenulum, I Say Friend You, Um?

"Wakey wakey.  Time to wakeup and get your late night meal."  I stroked my son's cheek to let him know it was time for some yummy colostrum.  I unwrapped his blanket exposing him to the cool nighttime air that was moving his nursery's white, sheer curtains and managed to make some hairs on his head wave.  Four days old and he's already spoiled by the nice weather.

It was 10 pm and he had slept solidly since his last feeding three hours earlier.  He probably was just tuckered out from an extended fussy session in which I tried every hold, off-key lullaby, and swing motions I had in my developing arsenal.  Sometimes the best medicine for a child that won't sleep is to have them tire themselves out; yet another maxim I've made for myself so I know everything's right.

I unbuttoned his onesie and saw his diaper's wetness indicator was a solid green.  I put him on the changing table, wiped him down with water, restocked his urination catcher, and picked him back up.  He slept through it all.  Just a tired boy who's growing.  Plus some books advise you to wait for a baby to wake for feeding and this was surely one of those times.

It looks just like my son!

I touched his cheeks, rubbed his hair, and tickled his feet and got no reaction.   I tried my cache of positions, bouncing patterns, and songs again without any luck.  He felt like a wet pasta noodle.  More angel hair than spaghetti because he's my angel and has my hair color, but limp nonetheless.

I placed my finger in his mouth to kickstart his sucking, but he had little desire to open his lips more than a few millimeters and refused to open his eyes.  His chest continued to rise and fall at a calm rate which seemed to be his only functioning bodily function.  Why wasn't he responding???!!!  Our first-time parents' anxiety levels went up or down another DEFCOM level; whichever direction means a situation is more serious.

We called the Kaiser-Permanente 24-hour helpline and were told that it's okay for a newborn to sleep through a feeding, but if he doesn't wake for the next meal in two hours, more action would be necessary.  We sat with him in the nursery with this new knowledge that should've provided comfort, but didn't.  We just wanted him to wakeup and couldn't wait until his next scheduled meal and our next attempt.  He was limp in our arms afterall and wouldn't open his eyes!  Normal is fine for everyone else after a situation is resolved, but we didn't know if that normal applied to our son here, right now.

From the moment our son was born, he had difficulty latching to breastfeed.  Pushing his face into my wife's chest, as encouraged to do so by the nurses during his first two days only upset him.  It didn't help that he had and still has a strong preference to suck in his top bottom lips.  For the first two days in the hospital and the three days afterward at home, our routine had my wife pumping colostrum, me pulling it into a syringe, and together we'd feed it to him via a small wiry tube while he nursed (or pretended to) so that he'd enjoy the process of, ya know, taking in calories to survive this crazy mixed up world.

Midnight approached and two hours had passed since the last try.  Please show more signs of life!  By some miracle he opened his eyes briefly and moved his arms.  He wasn't as limp of a noodle, something closer to al dente.  My wife took him in her arms and coaxed a small opening in his mouth.  I pulled 6 ml of colostrum into a syringe and connected the small tube to the end.  My wife placed the other end in our son's mouth and I lightly pressed a few drops into his mouth with him against her chest.

His throat moved with every third tongue depression and he slowly took our offering.  Never was it so good to hear his gulping noises that are mistaken for a warthog in heat.  By the morning he had had his regular 5 or 6 ml feedings, but without the aggressive desire you want a newborn to have.  His skin had a yellow tone and the whites of his eyes looked like watered-down mustard you get at ballparks.

We called the helpline again and with the impression of a jaundice case, saw a pediatrician at 4:40p.  Our son didn't have jaundice, but had lost 13 ounces since birth.  Babies are supposed to return to birth weight by their two-week appointments, but at this rate our son wasn't going to get there.

The doctor's bedside manner was just what the, um, doctor ordered.  He recognized our fears, worries, and son's correct diagnosis (he's hungry and needs supplemental formula).  He spoke in plain English that even sleep deprived parents could understand and use to make informed decisions.  No question was dumb, silly, or too small.  Even at the end of his long day he still had a relaxed manner and made an awesome first impression.

Our pediatrician pulled some strings and got us a visit with a lactation consultant just before everyone left at 5p.  We gave our son a sample 60 ml bottle of formula and he ate it like it was his last meal, or rather, his first meal.  Never had we seen him eat more than 6 ml at a time and now he destroyed 10 times that amount!  Turns out a newborn can take 30 to 60 ml of liquid food per feeding, 8 to 12 times per day.  We had no idea.

Had we been starving our child?  Was he so dehydrated he couldn't move to take in calories?  What if he hadn't shown signs of jaundice leading us to a pediatrician appointment and lactation consultant just before the day was done?  How long would we have waited for him to be limp before calling this helpline again or taking a trip to the ER and dealing with that many more hours of worry?  I sure hope the helpline would've told us to simply get him some formula, but who knows.  If we were told to wait until the morning, that would've been agony and I wasn't going to wait that long to help my son; he's five days old!

This made me realize that Kaiser failed us in the post-delivery stay and instructional period for feeding our son.  Considering he had issues latching early, whether my wife wasn't producing enough right away or he had trouble or both as they need to work together, why weren't we told that if we continue on this path of low production and our son's high caloric output from trying, he'd get hungry and scare the crap out of us by going limp?  Why not send us home with some formula to get through until our first appointment of any kind within the Kaiser system or tell us to buy some?

It seems that if a woman is having trouble feeding, for whatever reason, then you can't count on the newborn to get enough calories because you can't tell how much is coming out.  In our son's case he'd act like he was nursing and would swallow, but he wasn't getting enough.  He'd hang out there for almost an hour, occasionally making the motions.  So the test that says a baby will stop sucking and fall asleep when they've had enough may not be reliable because the baby could just be tired of trying.

I'm no doctor, but I think if a mother or child is having trouble feeding in any way, perhaps they should pump the colostrum/milk so you can see exactly how much is coming out so you know how much the baby's getting.  You don't jump into a bathtub assuming the faucet knows how hot you want the water; no, you have to test it first using measured results so you know what you're dealing with.

Eventually the consultant in delivery just said that our child was special in that he nurses for 45 minutes to an hour to get his food.  Okay, but this should've also set off alarms that maybe there's not enough colostrum for him or he can't get it working which, in two to three days, could lead to a hungry hungry boy and super worried first-time parents.  Where was the foresight and projecting of problems down the road?  We were told more about caring for his circumcision than we were for possible problems later related to less desirable breastfeeding results.

The next morning my wife had a previously scheduled lactation appointment which showed that overnight our son had put on 8 ounces. Phew!  We asked that he get weighed again because we were in such shock.  The consultant thought our son had an issue with his frenulum, preventing him from extending his tongue far enough to adequately nurse.  Poor nursing by our son means less milk produced by my wife or vice versa.  Considering it hasn't worked well since his birth, we were well behind the training schedule.

Not pictured: our son's frenulum below his tongue

The consultant referred us to a pediatric ear. nose, and throat doctor in Oakland.  After some aggressive calling tactics on our part, we managed to see the doc on Tuesday of this week.  Turns out that Kaiser has about 100 ENT docs and 3 pediatric ENTs so getting in can be difficult.  This coupled with the fact that the phone tree you go through for an appointment had us on hold for phenomenally long periods of time.  We never got a callback on Monday as promised and after being disconnected after a one-hour hold, my wife found a workaround with the ol'choose the wrong extension and in just a few minutes we were given two hours to make the drive.

Seeing a need to cut a frenulum (from what I've gathered) doesn't become apparent until a child has difficulty nursing or has speech challenges in their preschool years.  Frenulum checking just isn't part of a newborn's long checklist.  Some sites have said that "back in the day" midwives used to keep an extra long fingernail just to cut the frenulum at birth.  These days it's also difficult to find physicians who will do the procedure.  Some of this is because breastpumps can get the food and the newborn may feed by bottle; akin to circumcision, cutting a frenulum isn't a necessary procedure for survival.

In our son's case, the doctor said his anterior frenulum below his tongue was fine, but his posterior frenulum could use some assistance, as could his upper lip.  He told his the pros and cons and that little data is available about the improvement gained by cutting the posterior frenulum; however, it would cause very little pain, infection is incredibly rare, and has the only downside of not improving things.  We went ahead with the both two-second clippings knowing that it's isn't a surefire fix.

All of this could've been avoided.  Besides the head's up that we should buy formula on the way home, all lactation consultants should check newborns for proper frenulum sizing.  Had our lactation consultant, with whom we saw three times in the three days we were in labor and delivery, checked his mouth as a possible cause to latching issues, we could've had him "fixed" on site, thereby not delaying his training, and maybe delaying his learning that bottle feeding is the only source for the good stuff.  I recognize cutting a frenulum doesn't guarantee success, but it could surely help to know if it's a possible issue and if there's a latching issue, why not take a look for frenulum challenges?

In the first day of trying to nurse after the frenulum was cut, he hasn't had an overnight turnaround, but it's still early and frankly, he probably needs to be trained again like it's his first day out of the womb.  Until then, we will continue to pump and then feed him by bottle, hopefully increasing the percentage of milk as more is produced.  From the looks of his diaper, he's definitely getting plenty of liquid while saving up his larger and smellier displays of thanks every two to three days.  And wouldn't you know it, he was weighed again today and has matched his birth weight.

My mom said it best as I paraphrase, "welcome to parenthood and all of its ups and downs and times full of worry. It doesn't stop for your child's entire life.  You did the right thing by being proactive."

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

This Whole Keeping Baby Going Thing Sure Takes Time

The great news is that my son was born in time for Father's Day, coming in at 8 lbs, 14 oz, and 22 inches tall (or should that be 22 inches long until he can walk?).  The first week of fatherhood has taught me many lessons, the most important of which for this blog is that free time vanishes until we figure things out that'll lead to more time to type my incessant thoughts as a first-time father.

To be fair just writing this brief update is a sign that my wife and I are getting more efficient with babycare.  We've begun to realize that it's okay to hang out with him outside of the nursery because a diaper change can wait the extra ten seconds it takes to walk down the hall. When he sleeps in the nursery, listening to podcasts  are fine, but watching the World Cup and Netflix are so much more entertaining.

It's also okay to have him sleep in his bassinet.  Not every nap must be skin-to-skin, no matter how cute and awesome it is to hold him next to me, zonked out from his latest food coma.  We've learned that it's okay to put him down for a moment while we brush our teeth.  We still check on him every 30 seconds to hear his breathing or see his chest rise and fall, but that's 30 more seconds of two-handed functionality we didn't have a few days ago.

When the in-laws visit, it's okay to be happy that someone else is holding your newborn so that you can brush your teeth, wash your face and put on deodorant.  Shaving my face happens on a three-day cycle; not because I don't have the time, but because there's no real point these days.  I don't want my son to know just yet that he's destined to a life of facial hair in which his mustache will never connect to his beard.

Ah, time's up.  Diaper change commence!

Saturday, June 14, 2014

The Greatest Contraction Tracking Chart I've Ever Seen

As contractions have become more frequent, it's time to track them.  Because I'm still rocking a dumbphone, I won't be tracking them with an app.  Somehow I'll survive by using pen and paper.  Oddly enough there are no contraction charts in either of the What to Expect or Mayo Clinic pregnancy books.  I looked to the world wide web for a contraction tracking chart and found them lacking so I created my own.

So far the chart has satisfied my needs in figuring out how far along things are going.  And with any luck my next post will be the glorious birthing story.  As the creator of this chart, I highly recommend it!  I hope it fills the void of contraction tracking charts.

Here's the chart as a PDF:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B-bPZhhjLP78M0VpN3luVXFsUmc/edit?usp=sharing

Here's the chart as a Word file in case you want to edit it yourself (no offense taken, but let me know how I can improve it for all of us):

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B-bPZhhjLP78Vy1DZjBmMnZMODQ/edit?usp=sharing

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Bringing a Father to Happy Tears

While we await our bundle of joy...I dare you to watch this video without tearing up.  Tell me parents; it's moments like this, when your child shows such great love and care for you that makes it worth it, right?  I sure hope that all the diaper changes, teenage angst arguments, and unfounded temper tantrums will yield precious moments like this, when a child shows appreciation for the work done by parents.

Some 20 years ago, an eight-year-old son promised his father that he'd get him a '57 Chevy for his 57th birthday.  Well, he followed through with his promise.



Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Nervously Excited and Thankfully Prepared. I hope.

Now that we’re in our final days before our due date, friends and family regularly ask how my wife’s doing; she’s doing well, thanks.  Then they’ll ask me how I’m doing.  Well…

I’m excited to be a father; raring to get going, like a car revving at the start line.  Sure, I’m supposed to slow down and take advantage of these final days sans childcare, but I REALLY want to start rocking this kid’s world, rocking it to sleep, and rocking this parenting thing with my wife.

http://www.mikemartinelli.com/images/Tree.jpg
Ready...set...go!

I’m nervous to be a father and have more questions than I can list.  But that won’t stop me from still listing a few in no particular order.
  1. What if I can’t calm the baby?
  2. What if it only cries when I hold it?
  3. How will I deal when it doesn’t act like me or have my personality?
  4. How will I not be a super-worrier when it gets its first fever and we call the doctor?
  5. How will my relationship with my wife change?
  6. What if it doesn’t sign a contract to play small forward for my New York Knicks in 2034?
I’m aware that being nervous is normal and healthy; so to answer the questions above:
  1. There’s no manual to calming a baby that works every time; what worked yesterday may not work tomorrow.
  2. Invest in a good pair of earplugs and continue showing it 100% love and patience; the cries stop eventually.
  3. Each baby is unique and its personality should be celebrated as long as it also learns to set the dinner table.
  4. Embrace it by telling yourself that being a super-worrier simply means you’re a super-caregiver.  Yeah, that’s it!
  5. It will become stronger through this powerful bond that we created.  Our love and care for each other will be shared with the baby, even when we’re zombies from sleepless nights.
  6. Signing with the Warriors would also be acceptable because it’s a local team so we could attend games.  Otherwise, we’ll fall back on hoping our kid maximizes its opportunities, treats others with respect, and lives a good life.


It’s the final countdown!

I’m prepared as much as I want as a soon-to-be father.  I’ve spoken to dads (and moms), I’ve read articles, and I’ve viewed videos.  Better than all of those is that I’ve experienced my mother’s and father’s tender, loving approach.  I can only hope that my child also learns the value of having emotions, expressing love, and seeking the joys of life.

One person’s overpreparation is another person’s starting point

I’m anxious
to raise, with my wife, a human to function in this world, interact with others, and navigate large and small problems as they age.  I’m very curious to see and experience the world through a child’s eyes.  Things I know how to do (and take for granted) were learned through the lessons of my parents.  It’ll be amazing to teach and pass along knowledge I’ve gained.  Plus it’ll make me feel smarter for knowing how some of the world works.

I’m incredibly thankful that my wife has given me the opportunity to stumble, fall, learn, and (with any luck) succeed at being a stay-at-home father.  We’re so very lucky to be in a position, with her as the greater breadwinner, for me to leave my job, take the reins, and ride this rollercoaster of a child’s early years.  Let’s hope I don’t disappoint.

I’m lots of things right now.