I may have spent a little too long watching this gif over and over again today. Holy cuteness Batman.
A coworker sent me this article with the accompanying video this morning, and I found myself weeping all over my cranberry muffin and (decaf) coffee.
Baby Z, I would love on you.
J and I took a private at-home infant CPR class with our friends (2 other couples who are also pregnant with their first child – we’re all having boys!) on Sunday afternoon. The class lasted approximately 1.5 hours and was more helpful than I anticipated! I’m curious to know what a larger group class experience is like now, because I really enjoyed the smaller, hands-on nature of our class. Our instructor ditched the instructional video (which reminded me of the safety instruction videos on flights) and just talked us through each of the various CPR scenarios. Interestingly enough, the course covered both adult/child CPR and infant CPR, so it was definitely more comprehensive than I had anticipated.
I think the most useful tip I learned was the use of an AED (automated external defibrillator) kit, which is a portable electronic device that automatically diagnoses the CPR patient and is able to treat them through defibrillation to help the heart reestablish an effective rhythm. According to our instructor, manual CPR alone is less than 10 percent effective in saving the patient – with an AED, the success rate is over 90 percent! All public spaces hosting more than 100 people (e.g. restaurants, fast food chains, apartment complexes, shopping centers, etc) are required to keep an AED kit on site (which reminds me, I should check with our doorman to see if our building has one).
Another useful tip I learned was that the best way to check for infant consciousness is by ticking the bottom of his foot. Aww.
All in all, I would highly recommend a CPR course to everyone – whether you’re expecting a child or not. You never know when you may have to use it to save a loved one’s life!
Your baby’s the size of a cauliflower!
Head to heels, your baby now measures about 13 1/2 inches. His weight — a pound and a half — isn’t much more than an average rutabaga, but he’s beginning to exchange his long, lean look for some baby fat. As he does, his wrinkled skin will begin to smooth out and he’ll start to look more and more like a newborn. He’s also growing more hair — and if you could see it, you’d now be able to discern its color and texture. He’s also enjoying his new sense of equilibrium — he now knows which way is up and which is down.
I’m cheating and backposting by a few days, but I didn’t have time on Friday to post up here because things were crazy busy at work. October is shaping up to be a pretty rough month for me both professionally and physically 😦 I’m starting to go the bathroom frequently in the middle of the night again – and here I thought those days were behind me! My toes have also officially disappeared from sight and the waddle is now a permanent feature of my walk, rather than just when I’m trying to stretch out new jeans. My fingers and feet are also swollen – I used to wear a size 7-7.5 in shoes, and now even my 7.5 shoes are fitting a tad too snugly (more excuses to buy these new winter boots I’ve been eyeing at Bloomingdales? ;p)
All really, really fun stuff.
On a happier note, I really like picturing Baby Z as a cauliflower 🙂 For some reason, a cauliflower baby sounds adorably cute. Anyone else with me on this?