Look, Pa, No Leaks!

Despite the title, this is not a Huggies or a Pampers diaper commercial. It is, in fact, the very wording I used to tell my husband that our son's anterior tongue-tie has been cured!

Zane seems to take after his dad in every way, literally including having a tongue-tie. Both Mitch and Zaney-boy were born with tongue-ties. The only difference is that Mitch's was taken care of right after he was born while the hospital told us that Zane's didn't need to be snipped.

Long story short, it needed to be snipped.

Every time the poor little guy tried to breastfeed, he would end up leaking a majority of the milk he had worked so hard to get, out of the corners of his mouth. No joke, I would have to change shirts or pants almost every time I fed him or else sit in stinky, breast-milky clothes for the rest of the day. It was aggravating not only for me, but I could tell that Zane was frustrated trying to nurse as well. He took a long time to latch on and if I moved my arms or twisted my torso even slightly while he ate, his latch came undone and we were back to latching on again for another 5 minutes. Heaven forbid I tried to feed him after he had gotten frustrated because that only slowed down the process even more.

Thankfully, moving back to Rexburg had some of its perks: one being that our new Pediatrician was willing to clip Zane's tongue. 

All they did was take a tongue depressor that was shaped like Mickey Mouse's head, ears and all, and stick it under his tongue, with the frenulum in between "Mickey's ears." Then they used some medical scissors and just snipped the frenulum until it was good to go! Zane hardly cried and the instant he saw me after this little 'procedure', he was happy and smiling again. Little blood, little tears (from Zane or Mommy), and little time. 

Mitch said that if he had known that was all they would do, he would have cut it with a pocket knife - and that is why, ladies and gentlemen, you don't marry a redneck.

I am so grateful for the Rexburg Pediatricians that didn't just accuse me of being a first-time mom, that listened to my concerns, and did something about it. Breast feeding has already improved and Zane had such a little reaction to the entire process, I'm not sure why they wouldn't just do it in Washington!

We've joked around that Zane has had the "double-snip." Poor little guy's first girlfriend is going to just love us now, isn't she?

(Also, is it creepy that I took a piece of the tissue paper they laid him on? Mitch keeps telling me I'm being creepy, but there is a definite difference between "keeping all of your children's baby teeth" creepy and "something for the baby book" creepy, right? Please tell me it's not creepy... cause I've already done it twice now...)