*cue thunder & lightning*
The partner and I've been sneezing and sniffling and consuming rolls and rolls of tissue.
And the baby?
Nose is still congested, but he isn't as bad as his parental units. Also, we're both battling thrush. More on that later.
Have I mentioned we haven't gotten him vaccinated yet? When you need to research the hell out of every single thing your kid is going to go through (or yourself, whatever floats your boat), you really will take forever to do everything.
So, at a week before 3 months, the boy finally got his first shot. The BCG shot is for Tuberculosis, and is supposed to be the least dangerous. In any case, this was the pediatrician of the father creature who claims he never needed to go to the hospital for anything.
At the clinic, the doctor said he remembered Chris as a boy, that he was "boki kaayo", which I guess is Cutese for "he was really fat".
Pedia also said Malaya takes after Chris. I'd like to raise an argument against this point:
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Ok, maybe coloring, eyes and facial expression make up 50%.
And then it was time for the shot. He cried a bit, and was okay the next minute. We were feeling pretty awesome.
Until 12 hours later, when Malaya was wailing like a little freshly-orphaned boy. We were dying from his misery. We almost needed to use the earplugs Lolo Lem gave us.
The vaccine debate rages on, like a rainy night in June (we have these to blame for the colds). It seems that your position depends on who you'd call Bullshit on. One side argues that vaccines are full of toxins and that Big Pharma has every incentive to lie about side effects their product might produce. The other side argues that our bodies are made up of toxic components by themselves, and that part of the efficacy of these vaccines come by mass immunization. etc etc etc.
I think it sucks that I can't personally investigate everything that goes into my child. So I'm left with trying to figure out if one side is bullshitting, or the other is fear-mongering. What we're doing instead is finding out the necessity of every vaccine as the doctor prescribes it.
Meanwhile, I was down with fever from a very painful milk blister last week. I had the fever for a day, pumping like crazy (because it hurt too much to nurse) and dipping the bleb in hot water til it popped. You get milk blisters from overproduction; blocked milk ducts; and Thrush.
Thrush is the worst. I suspect baby got it during that time he was on antibiotics. Effed up his tummy flora you know? Anyway, we've been passing it back and forth like a tennis game. He has it in his mouth, and I have it in my milk ducts. The cherry on top is that it's the overproducing breast that's infected. Whenever I'm afraid it's going to turn into mastitis, I gorge myself on yogurt. And then I found out the yogurt we like to eat (the sweetened, fruity kind) might only make things worse because of the sugar content. Turns out yeast LOVES sugar. Turns out yeast makes you CRAVE sugar.
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| the cake is a lie. T_T |
If you must know though, sweetened yogurt helped a bit, but is probably not as good a cure as the plain stuff.
The doctor prescribed an oral antifungal gel for him, and said antifungal powder should be fine for his neck and eyelid. My nutritionist told me to just rub expressed breastmilk on the affected skin. Bad idea me thinks, since the parts of his body that have thrush are the parts that got breastmilk on them in the first place.
VCO is supposed to be good against thrush.
Before I could go out for materials, the partner discovered a bottle of lacto-pafi in the underbelly of our refrigerator. Expiry date is far into the future, so I crossed my fingers and drank a cap-full. It worked!
Not right away of course. I just noticed that while I was taking the probiotics, the thrush wasn't acting up. But I got lazy today and guess who got another bleb? Better restock on the probiotics. :/
In conclusion, 'bleb' is a word I'll remember next time I'm anywhere near a scrabble board.
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