January Firsts
Just some firsts from this January. We started solids, which his first food was oatmeal instead of the emptiness that is rice cereal. And mostly it was milk. He really seemed to take to it, sucked it off the spoon quite readily. As you can see we started in the bumbo, but young man doesn't like holding his head that much for that long. And he's not sleeping great so he's even more tired. To many this would be a good indication that he's not ready for solids. And I wouldn't necessarily disagree. However I sort of think that you get ready by practicing, so that's what we've done.
We also tried the jumper, which he is almost ready for. When I was back and forth between home and the hospital, Chalupa gave his grandmother's and aunt a run for their money wanting to be held and walked around the house all the time, so they wanted to try the jumper (anything).
G also loves his trains. Like loves. Never gets tired of them. People told me not to get a train table because they just take up room and the kids don't use them. But mom found this one used and I thought you know I think he'll like it. And I was super right. He loves the train table and having his train on it so much more than playing with it on the floor. As a retail therapy present for myself (and G) I bought the moutain track and a battery powered train that can move along the track. Best. Purchase. Ever. I totally see why and how kids get spoiled. It's so much fun giving them things that they love.
Chalupa is still not sleeping. It is painful and the nights are so looooong. Or short? I am not sure. I cling to this idea that it will not last forever, that worse parents than me have children that do eventually sleep, and that as long as I give him opportunities, he will eventually get it. But by three AM every morning I'm like, I'm done and I just lay down with him. He still wakes up every hour, even sleeping with me. So I'm blaming his runny nose / congestion and chalking up everything I'm doing wrong to survival and when he starts feeling better I'll get back to the routine.
I have other theories too, that he's hungry, that being sick hurt my supply and he's just starving. I am tempted to give him formula but I am a hypocrite and when I think of having to say he gets formula and breast milk instead of "exclusively breast fed" it makes me sad. Because I'm a hypocrite. I also realize that by starting solids it really doesn't matter if I give him formula. But my hypocrisy knows no bounds. I'm Doc Holiday like that.
And I'm doing it again, wishing away months that are long in the hope that next month will be better. He'll be five months old in a little more than two weeks. So close to half a year. Where is the time going (it's not being spent sleeping I'll tell you that much)? I love G and his two year old self and his funny phrases and how when you ask him the name of his train he says "The Red One" or when you make a train for him all the pieces have to be connected to something (have stoppers or ends) or else it "isn't finished" and "needs to be fixed."
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G also loves his trains. Like loves. Never gets tired of them. People told me not to get a train table because they just take up room and the kids don't use them. But mom found this one used and I thought you know I think he'll like it. And I was super right. He loves the train table and having his train on it so much more than playing with it on the floor. As a retail therapy present for myself (and G) I bought the moutain track and a battery powered train that can move along the track. Best. Purchase. Ever. I totally see why and how kids get spoiled. It's so much fun giving them things that they love.
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I have other theories too, that he's hungry, that being sick hurt my supply and he's just starving. I am tempted to give him formula but I am a hypocrite and when I think of having to say he gets formula and breast milk instead of "exclusively breast fed" it makes me sad. Because I'm a hypocrite. I also realize that by starting solids it really doesn't matter if I give him formula. But my hypocrisy knows no bounds. I'm Doc Holiday like that.
And I'm doing it again, wishing away months that are long in the hope that next month will be better. He'll be five months old in a little more than two weeks. So close to half a year. Where is the time going (it's not being spent sleeping I'll tell you that much)? I love G and his two year old self and his funny phrases and how when you ask him the name of his train he says "The Red One" or when you make a train for him all the pieces have to be connected to something (have stoppers or ends) or else it "isn't finished" and "needs to be fixed."
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