Eggy Noona

(Noona means older sister in Korean, specifically what a boy calls his older sister.  And girls call their older sister unni.)
So far, Eggy really loves her new baby brother.  She's always giving him kisses on the forehead.  She doesn't even like to give us random kisses.  In the beginning, she'd get really upset whenever he cried.  I wasn't sure if it was because she didn't like the loud noise or because she was worried about him.  She'd cover her ears and yell, "Why is he crying?!?  HE'S TOO LOUD FOR ME!!"  Um, stop yelling then.  You're too loud for me.  Now, she tells me to go get him when he starts to cry.  Sometimes, she even suggests reasons why Bacon might be crying.  The other day we were driving in the car and Bacon started to cry and she told us to turn the static on the radio.  What do you know?  It worked!  And she always wants to "help" with diaper changes, baths, feedings, etc.  It would be so much faster and easier if I just did it by myself but I don't want her to feel left out.  And sometimes she does actually help.  Plus she won't always feel this way towards her brother so I should appreciate it while it lasts.

 

If there has been any jealousy, it's been over Bacon's "new" toys (Eggy's old baby toys).

And once in a while, she likes to pretend that she's the baby and have us pretend feed her and change her.  But most of the time, she's happy being the big girl.  

I'd say the only problem she's given us is that she's been a little more defiant lately.  Nothing horrible but I think she's testing us.  I'll tell her that she can't do something and she'll ask again repeatedly or make comments about how much she loooves it and wants it or whatever.  Or she'll ignore me and just do it anyway.  It frustrates me because I know she totally understands that I told her no and she's smart enough to know.  It probably doesn't help that I just don't have as much patience or energy as I did pre-Bacon.  Maybe she's just acting her age but I guess I just expect a lot from her.  I have to remind myself that she's only three.  The pitfalls of being the firstborn.  

Hope all you moms had a wonderful Mother's Day.  Eggy appah was so nice and let me sleep in the whole weekend.  And Bacon gave me a belated gift today:  a huge smile!  He's been smiling in his sleep for a few weeks now but this was the first time he smiled looking right at me.  Maybe it was a fluke but I still loved it.  

Happy 1 Month!

I feel like April was such a long month but at the same time I can't believe it's May already.
There have been a few issues that we've had to deal with that made things a little stressful, especially since it's new to us because Eggy never had these problems.  Poor Bacon has probably been to the doctor/hospital almost once a week.  The biggest thing has been his reflux.  The pediatrician put him on Zantac first, now Prilosec.  It doesn't really seem to be helping because he still spits up all the time, even if we're holding him upright or if it's been an hour after he ate.  Luckily, he's gaining weight and eating well.  His newborn clothes are pretty snug on him and he's in size 1 diapers now too.  At his last well baby visit last Thursday, he weighed 8 pounds, 9 ounces and he was about 20 3/4 inches long.  At that visit, the pediatrician also told me that Bacon's got torticollis where his head tilts to the right so now he has to go see an occupational therapist.  Sigh.  He's got such a nice round head too (yay for the c-section).  And Bacon has had to have his heel pricked numerous times because he still looks jaundiced but that seems to be okay.  And his baby acne totally flared up last week and hasn't gone away yet.  He's also got cradle cap.  So I feel really bad for him but I also feel fortunate because they're pretty minor issues.

I want to write a separate post about Eggy's feelings about Bacon but I just haven't had time.  (There's never enough time!)  But I will say that she does love him and has shown very little jealousy.  One morning, Eggy came out of her room and asked where Bacon was (he was sleeping in his crib in his room).  I told her that I took him back to the hospital.  And she was like, "No, but he's going to miss me." And she ran into his room to check.  I told her that we should take him back to the hospital because he cries so much.  And she started crying, saying "I don't want you to take him back.  I miss him!  I love him!"  Awwww!