I received my "Your Baby is 8 Months Old today" email from Pampers today. I can't believe my little baby is now an 8 month old. He's curious and fun right now. You can see the wheels turning. He's happy at all times. Kicked back and easy. He's the total and utter opposite of his big bro. He's awesome. He fits right in and honestly I love having two kids. He's a special addition to our family.
Nursing continues to go well. I have introduced the bottle and he takes atleast one a day with formula (gasp!). I want to start getting him used to taking one since we'll probably wean in the next month or two. He seems to actually enjoy the bottle and I enjoy looking into his eyes as he drinks it. I can kiss his forehead and just stare back at him. Nursing is just really not as sweet as it was when he'd calmly nestle into my breast. Now I'm lucky if my nipple doesn't get ripped off my body as he turns his head towards Jacob running by. He's not a relaxed nurser any longer. He's busy and he's distracted, even with no distractions in the room. I've had my instances of cracked and bleeding nipples more in the past month than I ever did. So, It feels right to start the weaning process. I remember a good friend of mine sharing with me that when he got older it would seem right. I had voiced my lack of interest to wean before 12 months and she was right in the fact that things change and your nursing relationship changes as age progresses. It is starting to feel right. Or atleast my boobs are agreeing! We'll see how it goes.
I got a postcard from Woman's Hospital NICU staff yesterday. It was for a reunion in March for all the NICU babies. Our favorite nurse had signed it and put a sweet note. She always called Joshua "Giant" because he was the largest baby in the NICU at the time. He was close to 8 lbs while all the other babies in the Level II at the time were under 2 lbs. She loved him. She gave him lots of special attention. I think she did that because he was the only one that was not in a covered enclosed bed and she could actually pick him up and love on him, even if he was tied to IVs and monitors. Anyway-It brought back the memories of those 8 long and arduous days. Life seemed to stand still. It all seems like a blurred memory now. We will be at the reunion on that day and I'm sure we'll be overcome with emotions as we see all the nurses that cared for our sweet second son. He's a God send and they helped bring him home.
3 comments:
Aimee,Your boy is just beautiful.....time flies. I remember feeling similarly about nursing; wanting to continue until my son turned one, but he practically weaned himself at about 7 months. Althought it was sad, it was right because he was ready. I hope weaning goes smoothly whenever it happens!
Love the photos :)
I forgot that J was a fellow NICU grad (Peter was the giant of our NICU, too). Our NICU does special free follow up visits at 4, 12, and 24 months, and then at 4 1/2 years to check on development. Does yours do anything like that? I have no idea if it's a universal thing. I love hearing what the various therapists have to say, though. We'll be going back in a few weeks for the next one.
I've just recently re-found all the lost iparenting diarists! Aimee, I used to read (and post comments to you) on your old diary..and I found you all recently..but haven't even known how to comment (slightly stupid here..it's 8.30pm in Ireland..my excuse I'm tired!).
Good luck with the move, and I'm so delighted to see you've got the family you've always wanted!! I knew about you having one son..didn't realise there's now two! And the bfing does sometimes come to a "natural" end, doesn't it? My third boy weaned himself at 10 months, even though I'd hoped to get to the year, but he just wasn't interested..I also had that "nipple in mouth while turning your head to look at your brother" experience!
Anyway, looking forward to getting to know you again..
Adie (in Ireland)
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