A day late, that is pretty much the story of our lives. Something tells me he won't mind, something tells me that he's just as cute today as he was yesterday on his actual six month birthday. Did you hear that? He's SIX months old. I remember thinking that time flew by in the blink of an eye last time but this time? HOLY SWEET JESUS, what happened? Where am I? What is my name again?
All of this disillusion probably has something to do with extreme sleep deprivation. I know that everyone is probably sick and tired of listening to me complain about it but I don't care. I don't deal well with no sleep. I know there are some people that can catch two hours of sleep and still function without fits of rage and tears the following day but I'm just not one of them. I cry just thinking about how tired I am. It's not his fault though, I'm sure of that. He's the sweetest little thing on the planet. His body just won't let him sleep. Between the reflux and the gassy belly we've been through the ringer during the last month. We did the elimination diet where I didn't eat anything except meat, fruit and veggies for two weeks, we tried Prevacid which gave him terrible diarrhea, we have tried everything. The only thing that seems to help is 1/2 teaspoon of Maalox before bed and he seems to sleep for six or seven hours with that. But it OF COURSE isn't a long-term solution. I'm not sure what is at this point. I'm just hoping that he feels better soon. And that we start sleeping at some point before he's 13.
He LOVES the Jumperoo and squeals with excitement when we even make a move to put him in it. He gets that thing rocking and he laughs and laughs and laughs. I used to be able to turn him towards me and talk to him while he stood on his feet but now he just starts jumping on my thighs. Up and down, up and down. Don't read to me, don't sing to me, don't talk to me, Mommy, I just want to JUMP.
He's entered the grabbing EVERYTHING phase and I almost forgot how annoying it can be to try to eat dinner with a baby that is trying to grab everything on your plate. His favorite thing in the world right now is paper. We were at the pediatrician the other day and the doctor wrote me a prescription and before I even knew it, he had that thing in his mouth and had eaten at least half of it. I felt pretty stupid giving the half-eaten script the pharmacist but you know, whatever. I don't have the energy to care. Did I mention we're tired?
He hates to be on his back (I think from the reflux) and turns over the INSTANT you lay him on the floor. Then he gets all pissed off because he's on his belly and he wants to move already. He's pulling his knees under him and pivoting around the floor to grab toys, so desparately wanting to put together the motor skills to figure out how to crawl. I don't think it will be long.
He's a bruiser to be sure, all boy in the way he uses his little baby body. He's just starting to wear 12-18 month clothes which I find hilarious because Renee just grew out of that size like three months ago. Ski picked out his clothes the other day and came down with a pair of pants that Renee just wore a few weeks ago and I thought "OH for the love of God I'm going to have to walk all the way upstairs and get new clothes for him because these are sure not to fit." Then I put them on him and they totally fit. The little butterball. His dad was 25 pounds by his first birthday and I think Cam is going for the record. He was 17lbs 7oz the last time I had him in to the doctor. My back aches from carting him around but it aches in a good way.
He's such a little sweetheart, my boy, so easy to laugh. He is infatuated with his sister right now, letting her hug him as tight as she can without fussing a bit. He smiles every single time he catches a glimpse of her and he watches intently as she plays with her toys or eats her dinner. I often tell him not to learn all of her bad tricks but I think he's doing it anyways. All I have to do is look at him and say "Hey Buddy" or "Boo!" and he laughs big belly laughs. She always made me work for the laughs but not my Cam. He gives them out for free.
He just started solid foods a couple of days ago and he is sort of ambivalent about them. He has had pears and sweet potatoes so far but I think they aggravate the reflux because he usually starts out gobbling them up but half way in he gets fussy and refuses to take another bite. He also has gone on a nursing strike of sorts so he is getting almost all of his breast milk out of bottles. It is tough on me with all of the pumping but I do it for him because I'm so terrified of what the formula might do to his already so sensitive belly.
My heart aches when I think about how fast it's gone, this time in our
lives. How I'll never be able to go back and re-live these last six
months when I'm not so tired and trying so hard to be a good mom to both of my kids. I wish that I could come back in a few years and just sit and watch them and marvel at what little miracles they are. I
tell myself over and over again to suck it up and enjoy this time
because it surely won't last forever. I take him to bed to snuggle with
me more than I probably should because I think he probably needs it. I
tell myself he probably needs the one-on-one time with his mommy but
the truth? The truth is that I need it. I need the one-on-one time with
my boy. He's growing too fast.
not sure if i mentioned it before, but i love the superman tee! where did u get it from?
Posted by: LeeAnn Howard | May 14, 2009 at 07:29 AM
What a cutie!!
Looooove that superman t-shirt!!!
Posted by: Stephanie | May 14, 2009 at 09:27 AM
where in the heck has six months gone? i swear he was just born yesterday! he is as cute as ever. i LOVE that binkie shot! :)
Posted by: jenny | May 14, 2009 at 01:06 PM
WOW! 6 months already? He looks like a little charmer.
Posted by: Gretchen Olson | May 15, 2009 at 04:27 AM