2 Month Check-up

Hi friends!

This morning we took Little Boy for his 2 month check up. He is 9 weeks today!  At 12 lbs, 2 oz, he is in the 75th percentile for weight.  He's 22.5" long/tall (50ish percentile) and his head is 50th percentile as well.  Right on track, little buddy.  Babies in my family are traditionally short and plump but with Stuart's genes mixed in, my little man is more stretched out than I was as a baby.  No surprise there...

 I got such a kick out of dressing him is this little hooded track suit.  It was the 1st time I'd put him in a zipped hoodie and I just couldn't get over the cuteness.  This is my nervous smile, because I knew he was about to get his SHOTS!

He was being SUPER sweet, smiling and cooing at our doctor (who we LOVE, by the way).  After chatting thoroughly about life w/ a 2 month old, we had to expose those chubby thighs... I felt so bad about what was about to happen, since he was so happy!

He got Tazmanian devil and blue camo bandaids.  I've never seen him turn as red as he did from crying!  I immediately teared up right along with him.  We had to hold his hands, and I just watched his little face go from happy to totally dismayed as the first needle went in.  I hope he can trust us again!!  I felt like such a baby, but the nurse said every mom cries the first time. 

It broke my heart hearing him wail and then whimper like he did afterward.  It was pain + personal offense of the people he trusts betraying him.  (OK that's a little dramatic, but that's how it felt to me!)

As soon as the whimpering finally simmered enough, I nursed him and he fell asleep for the next 4 hours. 

He's been sleeping most of the day, and snuggly and whimpery when awake.  Poor little dear. 

I'm reminding myself it is way better than a hospitalized baby from the crazy stuff we are immunizing him from.

Somehow I have to accept that he will get hurt in life but I don't know how to make myself OK with that...

Holy Roller

 

"Let it roll, baby, roll" - The Doors

Thumbtown

Just because it's so cute, and I totally didn't see it coming.

Why is it so cute???
(I just realized this probably means he's right-handed!)

7.5 and so alive.

7.5 weeks, that is. It will be 8 on Wednesday.

This guy continues to shatter my heart daily with cuteness and sweetness. I actually love to hear him cry...partially because he doesn't do it very much, unless he just needs something. And I like taking care of his needs, so it works out!

As of week 7, he is more generous with his smiles. Before, you had to really work to get a smile, but now he will grant them unmerited. Again: heart-shatteringly cute. He is also talking more! I LOVE it. He seems to (try to) match the volume of his environment, as I learned from our visit with his 3 busy, talkative sweet cousins in Wilmington last week. Instead of being overwhelmed by their (high) amount of activity, he merely tried matched their level (although his voice is much tinier and delicate) with little 'oohs' and 'ahs' and various gurgly sounds with random consonants thrown in.

His next cute trick came with battle wounds:

And resulted in this:

So, the past few nights he has let us sleep even longer because his thumb seems to hold him over for a while before he starts crying! Nice work son. He actually went 11 hrs last night between meals, which is REALLY good for a 7.5 week old!!

I just love him to pieces and I think he's addicting. On Saturday, I was home alone with him alllll day. After putting him to bed for the night, I was surprised that I missed him!

He and Stuart are bonding in cute ways too. I'm excited for the day they can do manly things together. Whatever that may be...

So much. Too much.

Oh boy.

How do I catch my blog up on the 1st 5 weeks of my little stud's life?

I LOVE a good milk coma

I think I'm starting to function again, but I spent a majority of the past few weeks simply staring into the sweetest blue eyes, smelling the sweetest little head, and nuzzling the sweetest little cheeks. Aaaand I'm getting all teary-eyed just thinking about it! Motherhood has been the best unexpected delight.

I say an 'unexpected' delight because I had no idea the love that would overwhelm me the moment I first laid eyes on my firstborn child. There is no way you can be prepared for that. But I'll do a birth post soon and share more about that.

It is hard work, and pretty exhausting, but we are doing well and trying to figure out what to do with ourselves now.

Here is a video of some early morning snuggles.  He was fascinated watching himself on the screen as I recorded.  I was trying to get him to realize he was seeing himself but it might not have clicked with him yet...I'll give him some time :)

It's time

Here's the situation.

Today I am 12 days overdue. I've been trying to go into labor...but it's not working. The problem is my sweet baby has not yet dropped at all- he's still 'sky high'; I am about 50% effaced but 0% dilated. At my medical practice, they don't like to let babies go over 2 weeks past due date. I've been having tons of contractions but the fact that he hasn't dropped into place at all is a concern.

Our theory (the midwife, and I agree) is that he hasn't dropped into place due to the high amount of fluid he is floating around in. A lot of fluid is good for him, but is probably prohibiting him from fitting into my pelvis and causing labor to start.

We are going to the hospital at 5:30 today. They will put a "balloon thing" in me overnight to cause dilation. Usually women will be 2-3 cm dilated after 12 hours with this device. Tonight should be a little uncomfortable, but not TOO bad and they'll give me Ambien to hope for a great night of rest. In the morning we will start pitocin to get contractions going... see how things go...maybe break my water around noontime. Once the water has broken, he will HOPEFULLY be able to get into place and come out to meet us in the afternoon or evening!! Since he never 'dropped' there's a small chance maybe he wouldn't fit, in which case we'd have to do a C-section.

So that's the scoop! Please pray for me as I'm nervous-- pray that things happen naturally with as minimal intervention as possible! Also pray for protection over me and baby's bodies as we work hard to make this happen, and for Dad as he bravely coaches us on!


**The lovely pic is by my dear friend Charis Hill
**Sorry for no blogs lately-my computer died!! We are getting it fixed this week :)