During our visit today (Monday), Squish had on an over-sized onesie and was lying in his crib being somewhat fidgety. The nurse asked if we wanted to hold him, so we decided that Doug would hold him. No sooner than he had gotten into Doug's arms, we discovered that he'd pooped his diaper. As I was changing his diaper, he began to pee. Changing his diaper seemed to take 20 minutes. I am so out of practice.
Doug needed to step out, so I got the opportunity to hold Squish. That little boy squirmed, screamed, and hollered (as much as a newborn can) to no avail for 98% of the time he was in my arms. The nurse swaddled him. I adjusted him so that he wasn't fully reclined, patted his back. He continued to baby-curse and shake his tiny fists at me, red in the face. It was non stop, and I became quite discouraged. The nurse tried to give me tips and assure me that he'd been upset all day, but in the end Doug and I decided to put him down because he was so miserable.
Squish is currently experiencing reflux, with constant vomiting (may be caused by the placement of his feeding tubes), whatever withdrawal symptoms he may be having from being weaned off of morphine (even though he is being weaned very slowly), and he also had the Cpap covering a great deal of his face.
I could be completely off base, but it seemed like he was able to smell my milk when I was holding him... This is probably unlikely because the Cpap machine was very much attached to his nose, but initially he was acting like a routing baby.
We hope to have a nice, peaceful experience holding him soon.
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