So I’m sitting here, it’s Christmas Eve, and P man just went to sleep. I know in the course of typing this my husband will come in and beg me to open gifts. We usually open gifts Christmas Eve night just because.
P man is now 5 months old….and not much has changed since last month. He has mastered rolling from tummy to back, so much so that I can barely keep him on his tummy for long. He vocalizes a lot now, lots of hoos, gurgles, ahh ohhhs, and it may be accidental, but I think I’m starting to hear some consonants. They’re very rare though. Usually a G or D sound. For the most part it just sounds like he’s singing some drunk baby shanty that consists of nothing but vowel sounds, with an occasional random shriek thrown in.
He sits rather well, but not unsupported. With support he sits just fine though, even holding on one handed while he balances himself out. He’s still on the small side. At his last appointment he was 14lbs and 25 inches. 10th percentile for weight, 17 for height, and 40th for head circumference. Laughter is starting to come easier, and he smiles ALL THE TIME, at least at me. It will be interesting to see how smiley he is at Christmas, if the smiles are all mine or of he takes to everyone else.
I’m excited to start solids soon. I’d like to do Baby Lead Weaning but just can’t shake the feeling that I’ll choke him. It’s something I’m going to have to read up on and understand better before I go plopping perfectly steamed, mushable veggie pieces on his high chair and letting him go at it. I think in the mean time I’m just going to put some puree on the table tray and let him experiment with it. If he wants to finger paint his hair, fine. I just want to see him get used to the idea of something other than breast milk in his mouth. We will work from there.
P man is still a somewhat crabby baby, but seems to be getting better, at least this week. Still spits up far more than the average baby, which is disgusting, but his doctor didn’t seem phased. I think he’s just really gassy for whatever reason, and I don’t make enough milk to ever really satisfy him. At least he still sleeps good. Thank GOD for that! There was a single time he woke up crying at 5:30AM, but other than that it’s the same 7-7 every night. Lately he’s been pushing the bedtime out towards 7:30, but that’s because he’s staying up later between naps and pushing his last nap later. Our schedule has become less loose and more routine. Not because of any pushing on my part though. People aren’t kidding when they say that kids crave structure and routine.
Motherhood is still crazy as fuck, but it’s growing on me. Merry Christmas all. May your wombs be full of life in 2014. And Join me over at Infertility Babies on reddit. I created the best subreddit and the best community anyone could ask for.