Hey everyone,
what a thriving bunch of mummies we all are. It's great to see. Unfortunately, though I would love to write a book in here of all the stuff I've been going through, I can only spare a few lines (well a few more than that, but i will only cover a couple of your comments for now).
Grub, you know I love ya so I'll skip the mushy welcome but it's great to see you and I have to comment on your windy issue. Had a few tears myself this week and went to my wonderful community health care nurse and had a great chat today. I'm in and out of doctor and paed and specialist appointments all the time, but it was so nice to just go this tiny little health clinic in the bush (Cow Bay) and get so much peace of mind and common sense advice. Better than any counselling session. Anyway, your dummy solution for wind is what I was recommended today. I have the exact opposite problem to you though cos Jazz is great with the boob, but can't for the life of her work out how to suck a dummy or bottle. I bought one for the audiology appointments. I'm not a fan of dummies but can see they have a place and especially with her deafness, car trips can be a nightmare and I'd love her to comfort on a dummy. I just get in the back with her when DH is driving but on my own, well there have been a few tears. The poor little mite is just lonely and in her own quiet little world. I have flashing lights and toys and things but voice soothes babies so much and we don't have that. Anyway, I was told the dummy for windy babies as when they cry they suck in more air and the sucking helps push it through. Apparently they have to learn how to fart and it doesn't just come naturally. Do you do that tummy float in the bath for Ash? I've only just learnt how to do it without drowning her and it was a gorgeous experience - instant relief and the longest bath ever - she just loved it and so did I.
I have to pull you up on your anatomy lesson girls but it is a common misconception that the dangly bit in the back of your throat is your epiglottis, when it is in fact your uvula. How do I know this and why believe me....well, the damn thing collapsed on me during of course pregnancy and I choked on several occasion (each one less scary than that first time). Yep my soft palate went floppy from all my snoring and the dangly bit flopped down my throat. Complete gross out I know. I did a hell of a lot of googling to work out if I was going to die but as usual common sense prevailed, it seemed natural to me to suck ice and all things cold to shrink the little sucker, but it wasn't a nice experience. My snoring was because my sweet breech baby gave me 7 months of pure hellish indigestion and I own shares in the fruit tingles company now! I had to sleep sitting up with this little darling stuck firmly with her head in my ribs for months on end and the indigestion did not cease until the night of my c-section...ahhh, such sweet relief. End of uvula lesson.
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