Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Sometimes, there's just not enough bottles....


      No really, I'm not kidding. Bottles got washed, used and washed several times a day. Might I add that we had too many to count? No? Too bad. We had too many bottles to count. No to mention countless spare parts for the darned things. Nipples, funnels and those weird tan things. If you are wondering we chose to use Dr.Brown brand bottles. Yes, the obnoxiously expensive bottles you see celebrity moms using. We'd tried to use other brands only to meet complete defiance from our little one. She was stuck on those bottles. Just stuck. Family and friends would buy her other bottles (without asking us what kind she used) and they pretty much went unused. Word of the wise, don't buy the most expensive fancy smancy bottles. It's a waste, a complete and total waste. Also, no matter how much you wash and sterilize them, they will never stop smelling like sour milk. I tried all the "solutions" to that problem. Nothing worked. So don't bother!



Here's some pictures of her being bottle addicted! Hoorah!

After the first five months I was starting to think that I could do this. She ate well, she slept through the night like a champ, she was starting to actually like tummy time and well she just seemed happy. 
That's when the problems started....

TWO WORDS 
Plagiocephaly
and
Torticollis

These are two words I dreaded and also words I had never heard before! In non-doctor speak, this meant that she had a flat spot on one side of the back of her head (due to the constant pressure caused by...) her neck being crooked. Torticollis, aka she was diagonally down in the womb causing her neck muscles to weaken on one side. Here's what I mean....

No, she's not like an intrigued dog tilting her head. She just can't keep it straight up...at all. Her world was sideways so to speak. Our pediatrician had pointed it out once and then all hell broke loose. She was seeing orthopedic specialists and going to physical therapy. Every single person that looked at her asked us about it or tried to straighten her out with some sort of blanket to prop her neck up. IT DROVE US NUTS! Then it was determined that it was so bad that she had to wear a helmet...yes a helmet. Also known as, a cranial remolding helmet. It's a orthotic that helps to reshape her skull. It pissed her off, it made us cranky and vice versa. Plus people would stare....that was the worst. The staring. And the people that thought it was a bicycle helmet. Then there were a very select few that knew what it was and shared their own stories and experiences with it. 

The helmet wearing went on for about 5 months. She learned to take it off after about two days of having it. Which apparently makes her some kind of Houdini baby. Everyone told us that they had never heard of a baby being able to take one off. To us it was irritating and kind of funny, everyone else thought it was miraculous. But whatever, the point is she barely wore the thing and 750 dollars later it barely did any good. But it was pretty darn cute! Now it sits in her closet on the top shelf gathering dust.