Wordless Wednesday…

April 28, 2010

Noah’s 6 month photo shoot.

Today was Noah’s 6 month check up and I am glad to report that all is well. The doctor was really impressed with physical and social development and of course that makes mamma very happy. I mean I know Noah is progressing perfectly but it’s always good to hear your doctor agree with you. Of course his skin is still an issue. That dang eczema just won’t go away but for now it’s not bothering Noah so we’re just going to keep an eye on it. I was worried the doctor would be mad that we started solids last month since he recommended waiting until 6 months but he was very supportive when we told him why we started them. The kid is growing like a weed. At 67 months and 4 days he weighs 18 lbs 2 oz and is 26 inches long. He’s 50-75% for his weight and only 25-50% for his height but neither I nor my husband are very tall so chances are Noah will be pretty average. Did I mention that his head is 75-90%. The kid has a big noggin! It’s funny how important all of these numbers become. One of the things I look forward to the most at these visits is finding out his measurements to see how he stacks up.

On a side note the poor guy had to get his 6 month vaccines today. He got 3 needle pokes and a vile or that sugar liquid stuff. Anyways, this isn’t a post on choosing to vaccinate so I’ll stop here. Here’s a picture of him worn out from all of the excitement. See the little band-aids on his poor widdle wegs? Ignore my un-made bed please.

Adding To The Mix

April 3, 2010

Sixteen months ago by parents had zero grandchildren. Zero. Today they have 3 and a 4th that is literally coming any day. It’s a little overwhelming to say the least, but it’s also amazing. My youngest sister was the 1st of us 3 girls to give my parents a grandchild. My nephew Caleb is the cutest, chunkiest, little thing you’ve ever seen. He’s 16 1/2 months old. My nephew Aiden came 5 months later and surprised us all. The kid is hilarious and it’s hard to believe he’ll be 1 in just a few weeks. Noah was the 3rd grandchild. At 6 months he’s 5 1/2 months younger than Aiden. Now we are waiting on Katelyn who will be 6 months younger than Noah (and 16 months younger than her brother, Caleb.)

Needless to say we are being over-run by babies. When we attempt to all go somewhere together people look at us like we’re nuts. My parents had us very young so they are just now in their early forties. I think people are usually trying to figure out which baby belongs with who. We’re quite the scene.

While we were trying to conceive, it was difficult to watch both of my sisters get pregnant so easily. Jealous didn’t even describe it. It was unfair and there were days I would just sit and cry, especially after another negative pregnancy test. The amazing thing is that I wouldn’t take back any of the tears and frustration. I honestly believe our infertility turned out to be a bit of a blessing. See, if I had gotten pregnant right away I wouldn’t have Noah. He wouldn’t be exactly who he is today and I think he’s perfect. And now I LOVE that he has so many cousins to play with. He’s only 6 months old but he already gets SO excited when he sees them. You can tell he’s just waiting to get in there and play with them. I am sort of sad that he won’t be the baby of the bunch anymore but we will finally have a little girl to spoil. I can’t wait to see how all of the boys are around her. I know they’ll be great.

Here’s a picture of my dad with his three boys. Of course this was a few months ago.

This is not the post I had planned on posting today. I had a cute little post written about how my baby boy is 6 months old today. It was all about all of the amazing things he does and how quickly he’s growing. I even had this great picture of him eating his breakfast this morning.

Cute huh? Well, that food he was happily nomming on was prunes mixed with rice cereal. He had been a little clogged up lately so I thought we’d get the plumbing moving.  He actually really enjoyed it and we started getting ready for a big 6 month photo shoot with him and his 2 cousins. All was goo, then we pulled up to the park. I immediately smelled poo so I started to change him on the seat of the car. It was everywhere. All over his cute outfit. I left dad to finish diaper duty as I went to throw away the diaper and talk to the photographer. Then I hear him yelling for me and pulling Noah out of the car. I then see Noah throwing up all over the car and parking lot. We’re talking massive amounts of puke. Now I can not handle puke but it’s amazing how that doesn’t matter when it’s your own kid. So anyways, Noah seems to stop puking so my hubby says he’ll run home and grab some more clothes (I changed him into the 1 spare outfit we had.) My mom, sister, and I then go with the photographer and take the three boys by the pond we want to take photos by. At this point Noah was still smiling and seemed okay. That didn’t last long. It became very clear that pictures were going to have to be rescheduled. We then make our way home. Luckily we only like 5 minutes from this park because Noah was throwing up the whole way. As soon as we got him home he passed out and slept for about an hour and a half. He woke up for about 20 minutes but still had the dry heaves and has now gone back to sleep. So here I sit, in the dark bedroom watching my poor baby sleep. I hate it when he’s sick. Worse, I hate knowing I made him sick. See he had thrown up like this the last time he had  rice cereal but the doc thought it was a stomach bug since he had had cereal in the past and had been fine. Now I know it was the cereal. (Of course I threw it away as soon as I got home.) I feel so guilty.

I know you might not believe me but Noah is pretty much happy  all of the time. I mean sure he has his moments in the car or when he’s hungry or overly tired, but what baby doesn’t? He spends the majority of his day smiling and laughing so it is so hard to see him like this. Poor baby still tries to smile but he just can’t muster up the energy. I don’t know how parents of sick children do it. I’m sure I could find the strength if I had to but I pray every day  I will never have to know what that’s like.  So for now I will sit here in the dark and listen to him breath and pray that he feels better when he wakes up.

Did I mention he was supposed to spend the night at my mom’s while we met a bunch of friends for a baseball game and then drinks for my husbands birthday? This is the second year in a row I have ruined his birthday. Last year I ended up on bed rest after being rushed to the doctor for bleeding. Come to think of it that’s the day we found out that Noah was in fact going to be a Noah and not a Molly or Madison. Now I get to have the guilt of also ruining my husband’s birthday….again. I’m going to go cuddle with my sick baby now.

Where has the time gone? Seriously. Noah will be 6 months tomorrow. I don’t see how this is possible. Time is playing tricks on me and I don’t like it one bit. As a teacher I was always amazed at home a school year could seem to creep by but at the same time be gone before you knew it, but that is nothing compared to this. Every day seems to go by so fast. Every time I look at Noah he’s doing something new. I keep finding myself looking forward to milestones (did I mention he’s rolling over AND sitting up now??) and then feeling a bit sad when they actually happen. I know I only get to experience all of these 1st once so I am trying to make the most of them and just live in every moment. I think this is part of the reason why I am in no rush to get him in his own bed. I know soon he won’t want to cuddle with me at night, and just thinking about that brings tears to my eyes.  It’s impossible to imagine that he is already half way to his first birthday. He’s a mover and a shaker and I know it’s just a matter of weeks before he is crawling. So for now I’m going to hold my baby boy as much as he’ll let me, kiss him every chance I get, and take a million pictures to capture this amazing time.

It’s amazing how much they  change in just 6 months! Incredible!