oh! and pictures
June 16th, 2008i forgot to mention that i put a bunch of the pictures from our sitting with portrait innovations on flickr.
i forgot to mention that i put a bunch of the pictures from our sitting with portrait innovations on flickr.
so…it’s been a bit since i’ve updated. it turns out that chasing after a crawling baby is kind of time-consuming. the turn in the weather has allowed us the freedom to take more walks and such, so we’re spending a bit more time outside of the house. we also had a wedding to plan, assist, and attend, etc etc.
but anyway, i’m back now, and as long as she stays on the blue mat for the next few minutes, i should have enough time to bang out an update.
we had to cancel her 6 month checkup, so we don’t have 6 month stats for you. we did end up heading to the doctor three times in the past month however (faux ear infection, real stomach bug, delayed 6 month checkup) so we’ve learned that she’s gaining about a half-pound a week. at 7 months she was 16lbs 6oz and 26 inches long. that keeps her steadily in the 37th percentile for height and weight. her head circumference is 42cm, which is a bit above average but doesn’t make her look head-heavy …at least to me ;)
part of that steady weight gain is due to a full-on conversion to formula, rice, and veggies and fruits. she takes about 8 oz at a formula feeding, and more than a quarter cup of rice at those. we’re making our own baby food, which means pureeing and storing in icecubes for use later. she takes 2 “cubes” at a feeding, and often wants more. when that happens, we give her rice because i’m overly-cautious about allergic reactions to too much fruit/veggies too soon. i had them as a kid, and her reaction to tomatoes via breast milk was pretty intense when she was 5 weeks old.
her physical prowess continues to eclipse every other development path. she started pulling and creeping around 6 months and got serious about it a few weeks ago. last week, she decided that getting up on her knees instead of dragging her legs behind her was the way to go. she struggled with getting up there and staying up there, and usually collapsed back down when it was time to move. last night, she had the whole thing figured out. she rose up on her her knees and wobbled to get and test her balance. she gets a few steps now before gets impatient and drops back down to her belly. she hasn’t gone from laying to sitting up with purpose, but she has gotten very close to “accidentally” sitting up when she’s up on all fours and decides to turn. i can’t wait for the look on her face when she finds herself sitting.
her speech development is a bit behind the curve, but i keep reminding myself that’s because she’s so focused on the physical. she can laugh, but does so rarely (although more every day), and while she babbles, it’s most often a string of “ah-bah-bah-bah-bah” than “sets” of mis-matched vowels and consonants. she loves to squeal, and thinks clapping is a riot when you help her do it. if you sing (with the radio, with rockband, or just off the cuff), she’ll smile and laugh and squeal-sing along with you.
naps and food are pretty regular, too. she usually gets about 10-14 hours at night. that 14-hour stretch includes an early morning (6-7amish) snack and then a couple more hours at the end of it. daytime naps depend on when she wakes up, but she’s still picking up about 4-6 hours during the day. up for 3ish hours, down for 2. repeat until bedtime. usually it’s 2 decent sized naps, but if we get an early start, there’s a 3rd nap around 5 pm. naps are generally book-marked with food. on average she’s getting fed every 3-4 hours for 5 meals a day. some days we only manage 4 (because she’s slept through feedings), but they’re usually followed by 6 meal days (with an *early* morning one).
obligatory milestones checklist (courtesy of “what to expect”):
(per usual, only the ones not mentioned as attained in previous months are addressed here)
6 months:
7 months (most of the possiblies became probablies, but most of the may-evens stayed put)
(fun fact to know and tell: this single post was written around an impromptu baby bath, second breakfast (apples, rice, formula), nap time, my own shower (because it was nap time), a bit of warcraft, first lunch (6oz of formula), post-nap play time, and nap #2 and took appx 6 hours to complete)
no checkup this month, but that doesn’t mean things aren’t happening. after staring at our food while we ate for the last couple of weeks, we finally started her on solids. so far it’s going pretty rocky. she gets about 3 mouthfuls in before she gets bored/angry/etc. by the third feeding, however, she grasped the concept of “open mouth, insert spoon.” what she does with the spoon varies, however. sometimes she swallows. sometimes she gums and grimaces, and sometimes she clamps down and everything goes out the front door.
it’s a learning process this month, though, so i’m not too disheartened. it’s a bit frustrating though. she’s a quick eater, whether she’s at the breast or the bottle, so this solid-food stuff is extra tedious in comparison. we’re also about to start weaning off the breast. i was considering weaning straight from breast to solids, but i think that’s going to take quite a while. for now we’re averaging one “solid” meal and one bottle a day, and i’m not pumping out the excess. we’re not really counting the solid meal as a meal, though. i think in the next couple of weeks, that’ll move to two times a day (consciously, not “averaging”), one in the morning and one in the evening so that i don’t get overly full in the gaps.
sorry, i’m mostly thinking out loud. you didn’t come here for that, you came here for milestones, didn’t you? well, if not, too bad that’s what you’re getting now :)
and a new feature: Kelly’s irrational, unfounded fears for Charlotte this month:
before the next monthly update we’ll have upgraded to size 3 diapers, 6-9 months clothes, and had a baptism. if i get a chance, i’ll tell you about her very first professional portrait sitting. in the mean time, check flickr for some less-professional work.
on sunday, grandpa was holding charlotte while eating a piece of gooey butter cake. without any warning, she stuck her hands straight in the pile of sugary goodness. in the ensuing hilarity and chaos, she managed to stick one cake-coated hand into her mouth. as i pulled it out, she broke into the biggest grin i’ve ever seen.
and thusly, charlotte had her very first (accidental) taste of people food.
so…she can turn over onto her stomach now. which is…sort of really not cool.
she can turn from back to stomach, you see, but not the other way around. not really anyway. which means that at night, she gets upset, arches her back, lands on her belly (often with her arm trapped under her), and gets upset. since she can’t flip back, she just pushes and fusses until she’s pressed up against the side and is furious. this has made nap times more difficult because her “so angry i’m about to pass out stage” is now the “so angry i can’t sleep” stage. plus, nervous mother that i am, i’m freaked out that she’s sleeping on her stomach/side, occasionally pressed up against the crib bars, and quite possibly sleeping on an arm in such a way as to make it fall asleep, with no real way to understand or correct any of this herself. if i roll her over, i wake her up and we start all over again.
i started resting a bit easier when i read an article about SIDS that mentioned that 2-4 months is the riskiest window, and that’s possibly linked to not being able to lift their heads well. statistically, once a baby can turn over, they’re also out of the riskiest spot. so now i don’t lie awake at night quite as much. i have started checking on her more often. i know it’s silly, but i know if i don’t i’ll just not-sleep, so i do.
nap times are our biggest challenge right now, but with a bit of coaxing and calming, we can usually pull it off. i look forward to when she can roll back over, even though i know that means crawling and other child-proofing milestones are close by.
before i start, let me say that she’s perfectly healthy and nothing’s wrong. i know that sort of spoils the ending of the story, but i’ve found that starting the story with “they thought/think something might be wrong with charlotte’s hip” means the audience is going to stop listening until you reach the punchline anyway.
so…on with the story!
at her 4 month checkup, the pediatrician noticed that one of her hips seemed “soft.” i’m not sure exactly how/what she was detecting, but a soft hip could imply that there was something wrong with her hip’s development. it didn’t seem likely that anything was wrong, given how well she could stand, kick, etc, and how non-uncomfortable she was. nonetheless, it was decided that she should get an ultrasound to check out the bone structure. at 4 months, ultrasound was still possible. if we’d waited until 6 months, she would have needed an xray to check it out, which is more invasive/risky, etc.
we spent the weekend sort of ignoring what might happen next, and worrying that everything we’d done had caused it. did we put her in the jumper too soon? am i somehow too rough with her when i change her? was all that kicking because she was uncomfortable, and not because she was super-strong? on the way to the appointment, the “what next” thoughts started creeping in. will she need a brace? a cast? surgery? will she be stick with a bum hip her entire life?
while we were getting the ultrasound, she was a perfect angel, and we started into the “she wasn’t always like this, you know” stories. when i got to the part about needing to swaddle her tightly for so long, my voice caught in my throat. was that it? i mean, there was no way we could have avoided the swaddling. we’d tried everything, struggled to get her to sleep for more than a minute at a time, except for when her legs were tightly swaddled. without, she kicked herself awake immediately.
we worried and worried until the technician said everything looked fine. we worried some more until the doctor’s office called the next day and said that everything was normal and they’d see us at 6 months.
and so charlotte had her first visit to children’s hospital and her first ultrasound and we all emerged perfectly unscathed.
oh gosh, i haven’t updated this in over a month.
…i’m not exactly sure why that is. i mean, we’ve been busy and all. we took a trip to dc to visit some friends. there was a bit of chaos at work (when isn’t there?), and then i sort of um…lost my job last week. that’s netted me both more and less free time short-term. it looks like i’m going to end up with more free-time mid-termish. there’s no immediate financial need for me to get another part-time job, and we think that being “job-less” is the best for both charlotte and me right now. when i’m not actively being a mom, i’ll have time to pursue some more personal projects and goals.
but enough about me. that’s what the other blog’s for, right?
charlotte had her 4 month checkup/shots last week. her numbers are:
no “let’s do a weight check in 2 weeks” drama, and my anxiety/irritation over the “she’s so small!” comments is calmed for now. it’s hard to hear that your child is average, or especially below average, even if it has nothing to do with ability or brain power. i know it’s silly, but i can’t help it. her cousin and her cohorts are all “winning” because she’s small. sigh. i’ll get over it.
we also had a bit of a hiccough with her checkup. everything’s perfectly fine, and i’ll put all that in a different post in the next couple of days.
so…all that’s left for this post is the other stats. I haven’t had a chance to get ahead in my “what to expect” reading, so this’ll be a surprise to me as well. i’m only going to list the things that i haven’t mentioned as accomplished in previous posts. and i’m feeling lazy today, so i’m lumping all of the “should, can probably, possibly, may even be able to…” etc together. she’s on target or ahead for everything but the arms-related stuff.
i think the question of which is easier, breastfeeding or formula is pretty much a wash. i’m sure if you handed a breast to someone who’d been formula feeding they’d marvel at how there’s no cans to buy and no bottles to wash and it’s always right there when you want it. by the same token, all you have to do with formula is mix it up and go, plus you always know how much she’s eating and anyone can do it anywhere you go. plus, while breastfeeding seems normal, feeding her from a bottle seems all special.
i’m struggling with staying motivated to breastfeed. every time someone is surprised or unexpectedly impressed with the fact that i’m still doing it, what i hear is “nobody expects you to still be doing it.” even my aunt, who breastfed for over a year with her children, had assumed i had stopped by now.
i broke a few “rules” of breastfeeding. we use a pacifier to …well, pacify her. we probably wouldn’t have ever started, but thanks to colic, it was pretty much a necessity to keep us sane and her free from unnecessary distress. we use it less often now, but still a few times a day. charlotte also gets fed from a bottle on average once a day or more. usually this comes in 2-3 bottles/day shifts while i’m at work, so she has days where almost half of her meals come from a bottle. add that to the pacifier usage, and even though she’s well past the age where nipple confusion is a risk, she’s getting a bit lazy when faced with the challenge of a breast instead of a bottle. it’s something we can work around/through, but it means breastfeeding is becoming more work instead of less.
and then there’s the cardinal rule of breastfeeding survival that we broke: we’re supplementing with formula. i cannot tell you how many times i’ve read/heard the warnings against the evil powder and how i should put any formula samples under lock and key so that i’m not tempted during a weak moment.
basically, i was faced with a choice. either i’m attached to a breastpump or a baby for a very large portion of some of my days, or we trade out a meal or two a day with formula. even if she was only drinking breastmilk, pumping messes with supply. it’s manageable, but it’s rough. if it was just an inconvenience for me, it would be one thing, but with all the drama about her size, the stress of making sure i was producing enough would be my undoing.
well, thanks to enfamil dropping a few sample cans of formula on our doorstep, the choice became even easier to make. by my calculations, we’ll run out of formula sometime in april…when she’s almost 6 months old and likely ready to start transitioning to solids anyway. to get her acclimated, we’ve started giving her about 2 meals a week (4oz each) with formula, and i’ve encouraged her babysitters to give her a formula “snack” if she eats through the breastmilk before we get home and she’s very hungry. it’s all been in prep for my full days at work, which start this week.
i still want to breastfeed as much as possible until she’s 6 months at least, but i know that the more we supplement, the more difficult it will be to keep supply going long term, and “going back to work” is another key period where it gets extra challenging. i’m also self-aware enough that i’m probably doing a bit of pre-sabotage to try and control when i stop breastfeeding instead of having it fade on me when i’m not prepared.
i suppose i just need to keep focused on why this was the best choice for our family, and remember that buying formula, bottle maintenance, and most importantly, losing that bond are things i don’t really want to do yet.
i don’t think i realized how traumatic moving her from the bassinet in our bedroom to her “big girl crib” would be. she’s had a nap or two in there, and the mobile has been a handy distraction when i’ve needed to contain her for a few minutes. last night we picked up a baby monitor and made the switch for bed time as well.
i did not like it. not having her *right there* while we slept felt like we had abandoned her somehow, even though the baby monitor was so sensitive we could hear her sucking on her hand. i couldn’t shake the fact that she was too far away and it took me quite a while to get to sleep. we all slept through the night, so at 7am when i woke up and hadn’t fed her and hadn’t heard her, i was a bit concerned. she was happy as a clam in her bed though. awake, but not fussy, so she didn’t make a peep on the monitor. i gave her breakfast and she went right back to sleep. when we got up at 10ish, she was still down, so we let her sleep until she woke up.
that’s actually the second time in a few days where she’s slept all the way from 11:30 to 7am, and then slept another 4 hours afterwards. she doesn’t seem to be inordinately hungry or extra awake during the day afterwards, so i’m not going to complain too much about it ;)
anyway, back to the crib. since it was such a success last night, and to prevent the temptation from bringing her back into the bedroom for no good reason, i took the bedding off of it today to wash it and put it away. as i came out of the bedroom and announced “bye, bye bassinet”, even ryan got a bit gloomy. she’s still a very tiny little baby, and not even 3 months old yet, but she’s growing up fast. as great as it is, it tugs at heartstrings.
in other news, ryan added a video to his blog, and i put a bunch more pictures on flickr, so you can keep up with her. my goal for this week is to get a vid of her smiling and giggling, but it’s not as easy to get her going with the camera between my face and hers.
last week we upgraded her footed sleepers, but left the rest of her wardrobe largely in place. friday afternoon i struggled getting a onezie over her head, pulled some pants on her that struggled to cover her diaper, went through a few pairs of socks before finding some that weren’t ridiculously small, and realized it was probably time for a full upgrade. this evening i swapped out the rest of her clothes. she has more “real person” outfits to wear now. i look forward to playing dress up with her :)
also today, instead of opening up the package of “size 1″ diapers, i picked up one of the “size 2″ that we’d received as part of a diaper cake. the 1’s still fit well enough, but elastic lines were clearly visible on her behind. the 2’s seem to be a bit better and perhaps more capable of containing her next poop-quake.
we’ll be picking up new diapers and probably a few undershirt-like onezies the next time we’re at the store. they seem to be the only thing that baby showers and gifts didn’t provide for the next 3 “months”.