Tag: 9 months
A Boy and his Car
Last weekend the Bun figured out how to roll his car along the coffee table. It was so strange to see him go from being a baby to a little boy in those few minutes. He is probably hardwired to like cars and trucks and dirt and mud and all those awesome boy things. He is slowly but surely stepping into toddlerhood.
This week I’ve had the blues about how I don’t have a perfect, fairy tale life where everything goes smoothly all the time. But then I come across this and knowing that I had this moment, I’m willing to deal with any number of imperfections for a few moments of perfect joy.
*Us, Circa 2010*
P.S He now has two new teef!!!
Disclaimer *If you are not a mom and do not deal with poop and diapers on a daily basis, this will gross you out*
I had 3 fun posts planned for this morning detailing the adventures of our weekend but then diarrhea happened and well I guess those posts will have to wait until later. I guess this one is all about the dark days of mommyhood. I think one of the hardest things of being a mom is watching your baby in pain and not be able to do anything about it. Poor Bun is in a lot of discomfort and all I can offer him now are cuddles, I think it helps but he just doesn’t understand why he feels so shady right now. I think thats one of the main reasons I’m looking forward to the days when he can talk and verbalize how he is feeling.
Anyway, all of this started yesterday morning when it seemed like we couldn’t change his dipes fast enough and his little butt was all red and itchy with the most horrid case of diaper rash I have ever seen. It was bugging him so much that it needed both me and J to do a diaper change because he would kick and scream and cry his little eyes out. We still weren’t too worried, he had had loose poop and diaper rash before, but we started getting concerned when this continued all through the night and the Bun couldn’t stay asleep cuz his tummy hurt and he was pooping so often. Also, he was eating his solids, but I had only been able to get him to drink 6 oz of formula in 12 hrs. We were seriously freaking out about him getting dehydrated. Also he cries and cries because his diaper rash bothers him when I change him and there is no way that will heal unless his diarrhea goes away and I just can’t stand watching him be in that much pain. I’ve been on the verge of tears all morning my self.
This morning J got some Pedialyte and we tried to give him that but I think he doesn’t like the taste and I’ve managed to get 4 more oz of formula and some super watery oatmeal in him. He still has diarrhea and is super tired and fatigued, which is seriously starting to make me wonder if we need to take him to the ER. I’m going to see how the next feed goes and then decide if I’m going to take him in. I really really really hope that we don’t have to.
It feels weird to type this all out and post it on the internet but J is crazy busy at work and has meetings today and I am all alone at home worrying and I just needed to get this out. I did however get some super cute pics of my lil Bun being a trooper. He looks so miserable and cute all at the same time.
Top That June Cleaver
J and Bun and I are lucky enough that we get to spend time together as a family and do fun family activities, and eat dinner together and take strolls. But on a day to day basis, our lives are somewhat chaotic: we have crazy weeks, where we try to balance schedules and coordinate pick up times and try our best to stuff food down our face while the Bun is distracted and trying to pull the dog’s tail.
Not that I’m complaining, I know I have it so much easier than other people, I have a lot of help from my parents and we have a great support network of friends but every once in a while we have a day where the planets are so perfectly aligned and we have one of those sitcom family days. And since I bitch and moan about all the bad, its nice to blog the good.
Yesterday was a perfect day, it was so perfect that it felt like it was happening to someone else. J went to work early enough so that he could find a free parking spot and so I didn’t have to drive him to work. The Bun ate breakfast and napped right on schedule. After nap time I managed to make it into two grocery stores and my mom’s apt without him fussing, crying or throwing a fit.
There was a blissful 1 hour nap for both mommy and baby. And right at 5:30, just when I was getting ready to take dinner off the stove and Avi was finishing up the last of his dinner, J walked in and said “Honey,I’m home” and planted a kiss on me while dipping me dangerously and then smacking my ass. It was straight out of a 1950’s TV shows . OK so he didn’t really dip me.
He played with the baby and dogs while I finished dinner and then we actually* gasp* ate dinner together while the Bun happily played at our feet. (I know its like an alternate universe right?)
The Bun went down right at 8pm and slept all the way until midnight giving J and I a chance to ummm…indulge in…ummm… relations and cuddle and I actually went to bed before midnight! Woo hoo!
My takeaway from all this is- It must be nice living this life all the time. I wonder what I can do to make days like this happen more.The only dark cloud on my day was that Angelo didn’t win Top Chef, but hey a girl can’t have everything.
9 Month check up
We just got back from our 9 month check up with the Bun’s pediatrician. Here are stats-
Weight- 17. 7 lbs – 10th percentile
Height- 27 in- 21st percentile
Head cm. 42 in – 71st percentile
The doctor said everything looks good. He has always been a skinny little baby and apparently thats just how its going to stay. She did say that its okay if he only drinks 15 oz of formula during the day and that we can eliminate night time feedings. Other than that, he is healthy and happy and everything seems fine.
Ummmm…My kid is in the 10th percentile, if he will drink formula at night, then I’m going to give it to him.
Feels like Fall
After a good 3 months it was a “normal” saturday in our part of the town. Although in Durham, its not really going to cool down until November, this saturday was still cool and overcast enough that I put the Bun in full pants and a long sleeved shirt.
Here’s my baby enjoying his 9th month!
Pay special attention to our unintentionally matching outfits. What can I say the boy just gets good taste from his mother 😉