Waaahhhhh! Am about to indulge in sorry-for-myself-and-the-little-man post...
After a few days of relatively angelic (or at least livable/predictable) behaviour, yesterday, last night, today and tonight Rhys has pretty much lost the plot. Impossible to get him to sleep through more than a single sleep cycle (and 20 minutes is more like it), he's incredibly fussy at the breast and when he's not smiling/flirting, he's wailing inconsolably.
Then had our two-month-and-a-bit appt with his pediatrician today -- she wants him to try Gaviscon because she thinks the fussiness is silent reflux (well, at least I think it must be the silent part - she didn't even ask whether he's got a regurgitation problem as well ).
And then, worst bit, we have to do an ultrasound of his hips at the end of this month. She said the folds of skin/fat on the back of his legs weren't symmetrical, which could indicate congenital hip dysplasia.
I, of course, have Googled and scared myself silly I spent time this afternoon weeping at the thought of my poor little man in a harness. Interestingly, the condition seems linked to the kind of neck problem he's had. We'll do whatever we have to do, of course I just hate the thought of him being uncomfortable/suffering.
The neck, though, is the one bright spot -- his therapist today was REALLY impressed with how well he's doing and said she only needs to see him once more next week, and that we can just keep on with the exercises we're doing at home. It's so, so lovely to see him doing things (turning his head to the right, holding his head up during tummy time, trying to pull himself up when you hold onto his hands) that he couldn't manage a couple of weeks ago!
I am leaving DP with a bottle of EBM and retreating to the guest room for at least a couple hours' kip right now. Zzzzzzzzzzz.
laumiere, can I send Rhys to you for Sleep Boot Camp?