So, here we are at week seventeen! Hugh is getting so big and continues to develop his own personality each day. I think it is crazy that they can start forming some behaviors so early (some behaviors we love and some we wouldn't mind seeing go away). We love him like crazy! We are so blessed to experience each new day with this little boy!
So, what has week seventeen brought to us? Well, I would say it has brought choices. The choice whether to drink six ounces of milk in an hour (yes, he is a slow eater) or to take three hours (yes, this week it is taking him close to three hours to finish a bottle). The choice whether to drink from the Dr. Brown bottle or the Avent bottle (yes, I brought it back to shake it up a bit). The choice to eat rice cereal or stare at us like we are crazy (lately, we get the crazy stare a lot...I am not quite sure he is ready for the solids yet). The choice to be fussy or to be sweet. The choice of which toy to play with or to not play at all. The choice to cry at loud noises or to be calm (sudden, loud noises (like sneezing) make him burst into tears). The choice to smile or frown. The choice to sleep through the night or to wake up in the middle of it (yes, we are back to waking up in the night to eat...he doesn't eat enough during the day and he is hungry). So, much to my surprise, a baby at seventeen weeks has a lot of choices! So, I have the choice to trust in God or trust in man, to remain sane or to go crazy...I would say crazy won out a little this week. The eating issue for me is driving me to Crazyland. We called the pediatrician again this week to discuss the eating issues (they said teething, but that doesn't make sense) and we are going in next week to discuss. I talked with a lot of people about reflux to see if Hugh could have that...it is tough because he doesn't have a lot of the "true" reflux symptoms - spit-up, colic like crying, sitting up to eat, etc. So, we sit confused, frustrated, and sad - it is hard to see him hurting while he eats (you should hear his stomach). We'll see what the pediatrician has to say, but we hope he listens because I am starting to get that mother's gut feeling that something isn't right and this isn't "normal". Also, we can handle the eating on the bottle all day because he can play on his "breaks", but eating baby food all day is going to be a lot harder to do...we are not even close to that yet, but I still think about it. We have to debate whether to take him out during feedings times because people wouldn't understand...also, we don't know how clean people's floors are and this little boy has to be laying on the ground to eat. We laugh at the thought of trying to feed him forty ounces of milk a day and two solid feedings. I also have the choice to covet other babies eating patterns or to trust in God...never in a million years did I think I would be jealous (that jealous type when you want to jump across the table...like when other mothers tell you that their babies have been sleeping twelve hours a night since they were six weeks old) when other women tell me their babies drink an eight ounce bottle of milk in twenty minutes. So, we pick up our tickets to Saneland and chose to trust in God and be patient. We'll see what the pediatrician has to say this week.
So, we wait and trust. We realize that all the books and information still don't explain every baby. We realize that we must have lost our "Parenting Manual" at the hospital. So, we do the best we can and try not to spend too much time in Crazyland (a visit here and there is okay). We know God is good and we see it everyday. We will place our trust in Him and place our little boy in His hands. We thank you all for your prayers and we love you all!
(Yes, the new camera has arrived and I am in love...Jake doesn't have to buy me birthday or Christmas gifts this year! I don't know how I survived without the SLR for so long! Yes, I am all about the head shots!)