Here it is...nine months! Can you believe our baby is nine months old?!? Oh, and of course, we couldn't forget thirty-nine weeks! So, after doing this whole weekly post thing for Hugh, I am finally convinced that a pregnancy really is nine months...I use to always think it was ten months because it was forty weeks...now, I know that forty weeks is closer to nine months. I know, I know...totally fascinating. Anyway, it has been a crazy week, but we have constantly been reminded of God's incredible faithfulness and we are so thankful for our Lord and Saviour; we don't know where we would be without Him.
So, what did week thirty-nine bring? Well, it officially brought "cage time"...and I am not sure how much Hugh loves it. He doesn't enjoy his "alone" time yet as much as we thought he would. We are going to continue working on it. I know this cage will be wonderful when we have future children - finally, the thought of breastfeeding a future baby doesn't seem so terrifying. Also, we have been tossing around the idea of kid's cage fighting...you know, always thinking of ways to make a little extra money...kidding. He started pulling himself on things - he doesn't really know what to do once he gets up...so, he freaks out a little and gets really frustrated. This kid is the King of Frustration when he cannot figure something out or do exactly what he thinks he should be able to do. We are sure that "cruising" is right around the corner...awesome. We lowered the crib mattress, which just makes things harder for me...that is a long way to bend over. He got his first head injury...nothing serious, just a nice bruise on his head....right before his doctor appointment. He climbs over things (because why wouldn't you just go around an item?!?)...well, he tried climbing over one of his cups and his forehead met the tile...the tile dominated the introduction. He was fine, just very angry. Now, he has his first battle wound and a story to tell...we know it is just one of many with the energy this baby has...seriously, he is non-stop. He tried crawling stairs at my parent's house...just glad we don't have stairs. He had his nine month check-up...19lbs. (25%) and 30in. (90%)...he is getting to be a big boy! He is definitely long and lean - everything looks great and Dr. A reminded me that some babies don't like "chunks" until they are two years old...wow, now that would just be super. He has had lots of play time with his cousins (his AK cousins are in town...and I think he has a little crunch on Kara...we explained to him that in Arizona we don't marry cousins...also, if we did marry cousins...he would be competing with a lot of other young boys for Kara's love). We are looking forward to lots more play time these next couple of weeks! Overall, entering into month nine has been exciting and eventful.
So, I debated...posting this next section. How much do you share on the world wide web? It is a tough call, but after discussion with Jake - we decided this affected our son during his thirty-ninth week, so we should include in his book. I was rushed into emergency surgery on Thursday, July 23rd and will be recovering for the next two to six weeks. Hugh has been staying with my parents since Thursday (and we had so many family members who jumped to take care of our little guy...a huge thanks to Melissa and April for dropping everything for our son...and to Melissa for taking care of five kids...yikes!) and he will be coming back home today. I cannot lift him up for the next couple weeks and am very sore. It has been very hard not being able to care for your own child, but we want him back home with us...we miss him like crazy and don't enjoy only seeing him during visiting hours. We are trusting in God's faithfulness right now and know that He is good. We don't always understand His will, but it doesn't make us doubt Him or not trust in Him. So, we rest in the truth of His word...knowing that He doesn't give us more than we can bear (1 Cor. 10:13).
We would appreciate your prayers and thank you all for loving us. We hope you all are doing well!
Wow - here it is week thirty-eight! Crazy to think we have been doing these weekly updates for thirty-eight weeks! More crazy to think that our little baby is almost nine months old! When did that happen?!? Seriously! He has gotten so big and so independent. It is so fun (and a little sad) to see him change every week. He is a not a little baby anymore! We are so blessed by this little boy!
So, what did week thirty-eight bring? Well, it continued to bring freedom for Hugh since he has gotten so much faster with his crawling. We will be establishing "boundaries" this next week - we needed a couple extra panels on his "penthouse playard" (aka "the cage")...so, we will start it this next week. We are so sure he is just going to love it...right. He loves to explore and we have so much fun playing together. It is crazy to me to see how much independence he desires, but how needy he can be as well and doesn't want to be left alone. We'll play together in the family room and then he'll crawl to the living room - however, the entire time he crawls over to the living room, he stops and looks back to make sure I am still there...so cute. He is not quite ready to leave Mama (we decided that thirty will probably be a good age or one thousand five hundred and sixty weeks). He says "Da Da" all the time...not quite sure he knows what it means, but he reminds me all day that he knows how to say "Da Da"...no worries, Mama is not jealous...not at all. He is starting to clap...again, not sure he knows what it means, but it is cute to watch. He climbed his first step, which was brought on from watching his second cousin, Gracie, who is super mobile - he wanted to be able to show her how skilled he is (I didn't tell him that she can run circles around him). So, still no top teeth...that is all we are going to state about that. He can now sit-up in his crib...so, now we really have no excuse not to lower his crib (I know, I know...we wrote about doing it weeks ago...we have good ideas, we are just lazy). He still hasn't pulled himself up on anything, which is fine by me - the longer he waits, the better. He understands the word "No" - really noticed it this week. He'll stop and consider touching something before he does it...he normally will still do it...clearly, the hand slap is worth it. Also, the hand slap doesn't phase this kid...awesome. He loves to explore, loves to be free...we feel a little bad that we are going to crush all of that next week...just a little bad. It was a great week - lots of love and lots of kisses from our little guy!
And the eating...well, called Dr. P and the nurse said he only needs twenty-seven ounces of fluid a day (whether it be milk or baby food)...and he is getting at least that amount...so, no worries on his intake. Also, I think he is doing a little better on his bottles again. He is a total brand snob - we try the Kirkland brand of formula and he wants Similac, we try to the Walmart brand of yogurt and he wants Yoplait...seriously?!? A brand snob at nine months...awesome. He gets that from Jake. We are still working on his "Honey Bear" - I think I am going to try Jamba Juice (which was a great suggestion)...maybe that will motivate him to suck from the straw. He still will not swallow any chunks of food, but he doesn't seem to be spitting as much...so that has been wonderful! No more getting sprayed with all sorts of goodies (I guess I can no longer use this as an excuse to why I don't shower daily...guess I need to find another excuse). So, instead of spitting, he now shakes his head "no" very vehemently...it is just super. We just know that our future with this boy and food is just going to be great!
We praise God for His incredible faithfulness. He is such an amazing God and we are undeserving of His grace and mercy. I thank Him so much this week for teaching me patience with Hugh. I saw a total heart change in myself when feeding Hugh - God is so good to be so patient with me. We thank you all for your prayers and love!
Welcome to thirty-seven weeks! Time is going by too fast...I cannot believe we are already planning his first birthday...well, not really planning, but at least thinking about it. And I know you all would not be shocked if I was planning it because I am a planner...and there is nothing wrong with being a planner. Anyway, another great week!
So, what happened in week thirty-seven? Well, the VERY bad eating continued...he no longer will take a bottle when he wakes up, it takes three plus hours to finish eight ounces of milk, he prefers to drink his bottles while sleeping or when he is really tired, and the list goes on. However, we praise God that Hugh is continuing to take his solids really well and we have found out that he LOVES yogurt (minus the chunks). We really thought the meds would help, but they haven't made a difference. We also think his top teeth are coming in because he is VERY irritable and will scream when you touch his top gums. Seriously, why does it take so long for teeth to come in? So, the first teeth we didn't notice and these ones...we are noticing...BIG TIME...he is making up for us not noticing the first two coming in...awesome. So, we'll call Dr. P back next week to make sure he is getting enough in calories and fluids since he has cut his milk intake by at least six to eight ounces. Hopefully, the teeth will come in soon and we can all move on. He had another feeding therapy session and he is doing really well. She explained to me that he is still working on his gag reflex, so he still cannot handle chunks of food...but she thinks we'll be there in the next couple months. We also introduced "Honey Bear"...basically, a honey bear with aquarium tubing...we are trying to "introduce" the straw to him. I know I gave her a look like, "you are totally nuts...this is never going to happen" - because she says to me, "I know you think I am crazy, but you'll see - he'll be drinking from a straw in four months." We'll see about that...but we'll be faithful to work on it. This is replacing the sippy cup for him - she does not want him to try a sippy cup at all. She explained that he would really benefit from using a straw (his muscles, motor skills, etc.). So, we have lots of "homework" and "fun" feeding sessions...not to be confused with "not fun" feeding sessions. Also, I need to lighten up and get silly with the eating...oh joy. He knows now that he can get wherever he wants...so, he just leaves. So, of course what do I do now that our son has found freedom...I brought out his "cage"...he wasn't a big fan which was shocking. A baby doesn't like boundaries...cannot believe it. Well, we will continue to work on "boundaries" (aka "the cage"). We think he has finally grasped how to put his paci in correctly...yes, this took a long time...those Soothie pacis are tough...he chews and sucks on every angle. He has finally learned to sit-up from laying down...was starting think he was never going to master that skill and we would always have to help him up...clearly, he proved us wrong. He loves to explore everything and we are starting to wonder why we ever bought toys...he would be happy with some cords, an old cell phone, and some paper. Basically, he wants everything he cannot have and shows his lovely sin nature when we take something away. We are still doing "time-out"...you all can stop laughing and we have started "no touch". I have been given a glimpse of our future and it involves many, many "corrections" for this little boy - he is starting to understand what we say, but he goes for it anyway...he must get that from Jake. He is all boy - loves to make a mess, knock things down, throw things, be loud...and the list goes on. We love that he is all boy and that he loves to explore...it keeps us on our game...however, we hope he keeps his destruction to a minimum in the future. He is so much fun!
We are constantly seeking God in all things and learning to trust Him more and more. We are so completely dependent upon Him and could not live a single day without Him. We praise Him for being so incredibly patient with us. We pray everyday that we can love one another and love our son in the same way that Christ has loved us. We hope you all are doing well! Thanks for your prayers!
(Oh, yeah - we can no longer get him to smile for the camera...he is so over the paparazzi.)
One more week down…week thirty-six! Wow, thirty-six weeks…pretty much a full term pregnancy. I can remember being thirty-six weeks pregnant…I was HUGE! And I just couldn’t believe that I could possibly get any bigger…well, it was possible…and bigger I got! So, now that baby is living on the outside and it is great. We continue to enjoy each week more and more…he is continuing to form his own personality and we love it. We praise God that He has allowed us to parent this little guy. And let’s all say it together… “We are so blessed!”
So, what did week thirty-six bring? Well, it has really brought “the crawl”…or Hugh’s version of it, which we call the inch worm. He can get what he wants…and he will crawl for electronics. However, he still hasn’t figured out that he could really drive us crazy with his new freedom…he thinks he can only get things when you make him work for them. I am sure once he figures out that he can go anywhere he wants, it will be game on. So, it made me realize my floors are DIRTY…seriously. I kept telling myself that my peaches and cream baby was showing signs of his first tan, but it was just dirt…awesome. He will try to get into whatever I am doing…like folding the laundry. He tries to climb into the laundry basket…why? so, he can lick the clothes (you know, to make sure they are clean). It brought another trip to Flagstaff to see Uncle Jared, which was a lot of fun. He got lots of family time and love (lots of Daddy time, which is always the best for Hugh…and me). He also got to ride on a fire truck…for fun. He was more interested in the cords for the communication devices than the actual ride. We went to an indoor pool area and he froze…not sure how much he enjoyed it. He didn’t cry at all, but he didn’t stop shivering. We (Jake, Jared, and I) enjoyed it…love me some waterslides! He enjoyed his first time in “time-out” (yes, time-out – we try slapping the hand, but he just laughs and smiles…we’ll get there) for spitting food and refusing to eat. He understands this is not allowed, but will continue to do it (whoa, we just think we saw a glimpse of our future…). So, we turned his seat to the wall to let him think about his actions…hmm, or to let us have a minute to think about what we were doing. Disciplining your kids is not easy…we really needed to remind ourselves to bring it back to the Cross. Why can’t he just do everything we ask? Doesn’t seem that hard to me (and we all know that I always did what I was told). He enjoyed his first Fourth of July barbeque, but no fireworks this year…we figured that sleep was more important than scaring him with loud explosions…maybe we can scare him next year. We love every minute with this baby – he is so cute and so curious. He inspects everyone and really listens to them…it is really sweet. We really miss our little baby, but we really love seeing this little baby become a little boy. It was another great week!
And the eating? (I know you all are hoping for a post that will have nothing to do with eating…never gonna happen…plus, what would I have to write about?) Well, he continues to enjoy experiencing new flavors and showing off his food throwing skills. This weekend we let him have a pickle (sandwich slice style) and it was a mess…however, we did see his future in the rodeo with his amazing ability to lasso the pickle. Unfortunately, this week brought back some terrible eating…back to only drinking an ounce or so of milk at a time…so, four hours to finish bottles. Also, he has been struggling again with solid feedings…refusal to open the mouth, lots of spitting, and the list goes on. Oh, and did I mention he has brought back his vomit sessions?…those are the best. We are thinking it is a change in his meds (awesome…my kid is addicted to drugs)…so, we’ll be calling Dr. P and trying to fix this…immediately. I have had to revert back to some of my “tricks”, which the doctors and therapists just love…when you have to feed your baby, you have to feed your baby (don’t worry; it is nothing scary…just tricks). I saw myself buying tickets for the next train to Crazy Town…no bueno. Hopefully, we’ll be able to address the problem and get back to where we were making so much progress.
I have realized (yet once again) that Christ always needs to be at the center of everything. I know I can allow myself to get caught up in “stuff” and really lose focus of what is important. I need to constantly remind myself that it is Christ first in ALL things and I need to do ALL things unto His glory. I thank God for His patience, grace, mercy, and love for me – I hope and pray that I have this same patience, grace, mercy, and love for every person that comes into my life – especially my husband and son.
We hope and pray you all are doing well and enjoyed your holiday weekend! I guess it is back to the real world this week…bummer!
(Oh, and remember all two thousand ounces of milk...gone! Unreal! Formula City for this baby.)