8 pounds 12 ounces (3rd percentile -- yes, THIRD!); 22.5 inches long (25th percentile); hitting all his milestones well; prescribed Axid for his reflux and we'll see if it helps. If it doesn't, then we'll switch to Prevacid Reditabs. Her only concern is that the right side of his head is a little bit (very little bit) flat so we need to make certain he's turning his head to the left when he's laying on his back. He tolerated his vaccinations well and doesn't seem to be bothered by them too much today.
Last night I had a moment of "pity party" - after saying how relieved I was to never have to go through pregnancy, delivery and a horrible recovery again, I have finally begun mourning the fact that I will never have another baby. He is it. The End. It makes me sad, now. When he was born I had a hard time bonding with him because I felt guilty that I was thankful he was The End - and now, I'm sad about it? I'm such a woman...give me a few minutes and I'll change my mind again.
This morning, my middle and youngest daughters were trying to balance spoons on their noses. Thank you, Yo Gabba Gabba. "My cool trick is that I can balance a spoon on my nose!" The Lord definitely gave me some silly girls!!!!
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Gina, I know just how you feel! 5 is it for us, and I'm already sad how fast Lindsey is growing up! But it's also exciting...Lexi and Robby are getting older and that brings a whole new round of fun. :)
I hope the reflux med works for your little man. Lindsey is on the petite side too (both weight and height).
Aw, those post-partum hormone shifts combined with sleep deprivation and lots of life changes...mood swings come with the territory, girlfriend! Hope those emotions steady themselves out soon. (((hugs)))
Being woman, isn't it wonderful? The emotions are tough sometimes, I find. I find myself clinging to every little bit of baby that is left in Andrew and he turns 9 mo on Tuesday. He hardly nurses anymore. He doesn't even want to be held....he wants to move and he has started crawling this week....there is no definite HE IS IT for us (medically) but he's definitely it. Four kids is oh so many for me....oh my....being a mom is definitely the biggest challenge of my life. Your guy sounds so little....my 4th seems to be my biggest (not at birth, but after). I hope you are all doing well. I hope the baby holding stage seems to last a long time for you. I hope your bonding continues every day here on out. Hugs, Steph
I'm glad he's growing so well! I hear ya on mourning the last... I went through the same thing. It gets better, I promise!! HUGS!!
Right there with you! Most of the time my 5 keep me more than busy and I am thankful to be done. Sarah is two and half now and I wouldn't want to go through another difficult pregnancy and the baby years again. But, then I see the little tiny newborns at church and hold them and my treacherous heart starts going down the 'what-if' path. It does get easier, but I don't think the longing ever quite goes away. Rejoice in the healthy children you have, celebrate every milestone, and always be thankful for every moment!
{{Gina}} Darn hormones! I have those same feelings sometimes, too. It just seems so final to just be "done". Beth
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