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My son is 10 months old

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The last few posts have been rants and whining about how everything is bad and how I’m struggling. Today, nope, no complaining. ๐Ÿ˜‹ Sure, life is hard with no spare time and insufficient sleep but it’s normal for me now.

I’ve been keeping a small diary of my son’s accomplishments and milestones. I write in there from time to time, whenever he has learned something new, such as rolling over or uttering new sounds. Usually it’s about two, three paragraphs. Two days ago I started writing and ended up filling in about six pages! He has had such a development leap in the last month, from small things to big. He is sliding on his tummy, and partly crawling properly on his hands and knees, he can stand up by holding on to furniture, he has learned to wave to people, he is saying “doggie” whenever he sees the dog, and so on, and so on. His eating has changed from eating blended foods to pretty much wanting to feed himself by hands and having chewable pieces of food, despite not having any molars. He is very picky about the food though, and we have to figure out every time what to give him so that he would actually eat – more than a few bites. It’s especially challenging when he’s teething. But it is what it is and I also have to remember not to give him feeding anxiety and not to force anything on him. If he only wants three teaspoons of food and then is done, then he’s done. ๐Ÿ™„ relax and take it easy!

We have been potty training him for about two months now and luckily he is very good with the potty and knows what to do with it and does it. I was a bit worried initially about him not liking it so I was careful, again, not to give him any anxiety about the process, but everything went really well. I expect that in about 6 months time we will either be out of nappies or transitioning to wearing pants at least.

Overall I’m very proud of my baby, he is my sunshine, always happy and smiley. I’ve managed to go to mummy exercise classes with him and he is basically just an angel there. Every single person who has seen him there has admired how peaceful, happy and independent he is during the class, just chilling on his own, not crying or fussing. I’m so grateful to have such a chill and patient child.

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Baby turns 8 months today!

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It has been a while since I spared some time to write. I thought before that having a child gets easier with time. The truth is – it doesn’t! You just get used to the fact that you wake up in the morning, the day is filled with you serving the child – feed, entertain, change, clean, etc., and then the day is over. I’m tired all the time, and at the moments when I am able to rest, I just blank out and don’t want to do anything, including writing. So no blog posts for a while.

Today I look at my child and think to myself – I can’t believe it’s been 8 months already. It feels like 4 months maybe, to me. Time flies, three seasons have been experienced – he came into this world in winter and summer is almost gone now. This is the first year that I haven’t even been to the beach – not to have a walk, not to sunbathe, nothing. The scarce tan that I’ve gotten this year is “pram tan” – mostly my arms and feet, from the daily hour spent on a walk, pushing my son in the pram. I do enjoy these walks as much as laying in the sand on a beach – it is time when I don’t have to do anything, think about anything, it’s a pause where I just walk. Through these months we have walked through ups and downs. The ups are the happiness my son brings me, teaching me to be in the present, be happy, wake up with a smile and love. I love him more than anything and want to give him the best of everything that I can. And the downs – the constant sleep deprivation and tiredness, the routine (good in some ways but sometimes makes me long for the old days when I wasn’t restricted), and the worst – the breastfeeding struggles.

Currently I’m feeding my child mostly solids, a little bit of my pumped breast milk during the day, and two meals of milk at night. A couple of months ago, he refused to breastfeed completely. He wanted the milk, but not from me. No matter how I tried and worked on getting him back on the breast, nothing brought success. The resistance to breastfeed had been building up gradually for a while. Initially he just got distracted easily during feeds and wouldn’t be interested to continue feeding, so I started feeding him in the bedroom, in the quiet. Soon he wouldn’t breastfeed and would prefer bottle if it had been a while since he woke from a nap, so I scheduled the feeds for when he wakes up. Next, he would be OK with feeding only a minute or two after waking up while he was still sleepy. Next – only immediately after waking up, so every feed during the day was me sprinting to the bedroom as soon as I heard the tiniest sound from the bedroom. God forbid he woke up during the daily walk before we had reached home – he no longer would feed from me, only bottle worked. Finally, the most stressful time was when I would only be able to breastfeed him while he sleeps. I made him fall asleep by bouncing on fitness ball to sneak in a feed. As soon as his eyes were open – hysterics about being on the boob, as if I was hurting him. For a while, at least night feeds were stressless, but even that ended. When he refused to breastfeed even at night, I just gave up, admitted defeat and from there on I have been pumping the milk and feeding it to him via bottles. That means working three times more – pumping, washing and sterilising everything, warming up the milk and then feeding – but there is less stress about it. Initially I pumped 4 times a day, one of them being at night but at least now I have reduced it to 2 times – in the morning and in the evening.

I try not to think about it too much, and life goes on, I am happy that at least my child is getting my milk and not formula, at least he is a generally happy little angel, learning new things all the time. But sometimes the pain about this surfaces. For example tonight, when putting him to sleep, he was upset and restless, so I had to warm up some milk for him and bottle-feed him for him to fall asleep. All the while, my engorged breasts were leaking milk. I would be so happy to just offer him my breast, hold him in my arms until he blissfully falls asleep whilst feeding. How I long for the times when he was very little, tiny baby! I remember how he used to stop in the middle of a feed to look up and smile at me, the little flirt! I’m heartbroken that it’s not so anymore.

Oh well, it is what it is now and all I have is these blissful memories, saved as screenshots in my mind. And the thought that I’m wiser now, and won’t make the same mistakes with the next child. Maybe I will still get a good and long breastfeeding experience. ๐Ÿ™‚

As to how the baby is doing – he is quite mobile, as he rolls and rotates easily. He hasn’t figured out crawling yet, but it’s a work in progress. He has three meals of solids every day – porridge in the morning, fruit smoothies or yoghurt for lunch and blended veggies for dinner. He also has snacks that he handles himself – some donut cookies (or barankas), peaches and melon pieces (from a mesh feeder), cucumber sticks, and the latest favourite – blueberries. He is a bit awkward with picking the berries up and putting them in his mouth, but he manages and successfully chews and eats them. I do monitor all that, just in case he chokes on bits of food.

He is learning to pronounce new sounds and repeats them like a parrot. For example, for a few days, the first sounds upon waking up were “taco-taco-taco-taco…”, and that was all he was saying all day long. ๐Ÿ˜€ A new discovery for him recently is that if he “speaks” into a cup that we use to pour water on him during bathing, the sound echoes. So during the baths, there is a lot of singing into the cup. He is good at drinking from a sippy-cup, and when he has satisfied his thirst – he sips and gurgles the water instead of swallowing, entertaining himself and getting himself all wet. A clever little baby, isn’t he!? Another thing he does for entertainment recently is bob his head – again like a parrot. ๐Ÿ˜€ Fun times!

As for myself, despite lack of sleep and time for myself, I have managed to find the time to go to a fitness class twice a week – an exercise group for mummies, so I can take the baby with me. That makes me feel good about myself, as I can do more every time and feel stronger overall, and my posture has improved a bit. Exercise is such a good thing, and I hope I can keep it up.

That’s all for this time! ๐Ÿ™‚

 

My baby is 4 months old!

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My son has reached four months and it seems to me like time is running a bit too fast. I want him to grow but then I know I will miss this time when he is just a small baby.

He hasnโ€™t grown much lately, as he weighs about 5.9 kg. I would be happy if he was slightly heavier but as our GP said, he is within weight norm for his age, nothing to worry about. I donโ€™t know any more what is to blame โ€“ the milk crisis situation, his appetite, or maybe thatโ€™s just what he is supposed to be, regardless of what and how much he eats. What he is growing though is hair, forming a cute ginger mohawk!

He might not be very chubby, but he is learning new things quickly. He now operates his hands very well โ€“ he holds toys and grabs things, mostly with the goal to put whatever it is in his mouth. There is almost always something in his mouth โ€“ either the pacifier, or his bib, a toy, his sleeve, or if nothing else is available โ€“ his own fingers. A few times he has also put just the thumb in the mouth, sucking it. He can take out the pacifier and put it back into his mouth. He has learned to lift his legs in the air and grab his feet in his hands, rolling to the side. The first thing he does when he wakes up is lift his legs, lets a bit of gas out, and then sometimes roll to the sides, propping them against bars of the crib. Quite often he wakes up and quietly hangs out by himself. Once, I had put him to sleep in the crib and thought I would sneak into the room to get something there, and to my surprise there was him, looking all innocent as he had rotated 90 degrees and had his legs against the bed side. ๐Ÿ˜€ Getting very good at tummy time, often trying to grab things with his hands while on the tummy. Not rolling yet in any direction, but he has all the time in the world to learn that. But the best ability of all of them is that he laughs when we play with him. It can happen when I exercise his arms, or when Iโ€™m showering him with kisses on the belly and neck, and it is the most adorable thing. He is such a good baby!

In attempt to help the weight gain I decided to try to offer him some solids and bought two jars of baby food for infants starting from 4 months. It says itโ€™s applesauce, but it really tastes like cardboard to me. However, when offered to my little nugget, looked like he loves it. He was more and more excited about each next spoon and ate like a champ. We started with just a few spoons the first day, the next day he ate a third of the jar, and half of the jar yesterday. So, looks like we are going to continue having some solids in his diet and I hope he benefits from that.

Good news about his liver condition โ€“ it has been confirmed that it is a liver haemangioma, and no treatment is required presently, only monitoring from time to time. Hopefully nothing will progress and now signs of worsening will show.

One thing that I didnโ€™t look forward to โ€“ he has started teething, which is very annoying to him, his gums are all itchy, making him cranky. I am using some soothing gel for teething and got him a teething ring. The teething ring might be more useful later, but for now, nothing works better than me massaging his gums with a finger. Even though the teething process has started, the first teeth might take up to three months to come out, which I hope will not happen. Ideally it wonโ€™t take too long, otherwise three months seems like a torture both for him and us as parents.

Poot!