The reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.

I’ve always wanted to use that in context. 

We just got back from 4 mo well baby visit (yes, you counted correctly — he turns five months old in a few days.  But we unknowingly picked the most popular ped in a busy practice, so we take appts when we get them.  We’re already scheduled through his one-year well baby visit, and they’re about to open the calendar for next YEAR’s visits so we’ll get those next time).

My child is 18 lb (after a 3-oz bottle right before getting weighed) and 27 inches long — 80th and 95th percentiles, respectively. 

Holy crap, he is big.

But he is gorgeous, sweet-tempered, loves to laugh and play, and just generally a huge amount of fun.  Two thumbs up on this one.

Everything else is good; he cried after his shots, but nursed right back to happy and is still asleep from the trip home.  We have a baby shower for a friend tomorrow, and a 1st birthday for another friend on Sunday, so a fun weekend ahead of us.  This one loves to be out seeing people, so he’s going to have a blast.

I keep thinking of things I want to post about, and maybe someday I’ll have time.  We haven’t started solids yet, so right now he’s still eating just about every 2 hours, which is a major time-suck.  We conquered cosleeping and side-laying (-lying? -lieing?  not sure about the verb tense there) nursing a few weeks ago, and that has made a blessed difference in my nights.  It’s so much easier to pop a boob in his mouth and settle back to sleep — the most I have to do is roll over to the other side.  And if he’s really fussy, we slip into the guest bed where we have some more room.  Even so, between baby care, working full time, investing a minimum of time into Manly, and keeping the labradors from going feral, there’s not many hours (or even minutes sometimes) left in the day.

We are so f-ing lucky.

I know that, I think every day of how lucky, how blessed we were to get him.  Some days, I still cannot believe he’s ours.  Was all the pain worth the payoff?  Completely and utterly yes.  No reservations. 

I personally do not feel like our family is complete.  I want one, two, three … a dozen more.  But at the same time, I do not think that we’ll go through treatment again.  I can see myself going back on metformin and charting, but anything other than that — at this moment — feels like tempting fate. 

I thought about closing this place down, have I said that before?  But although I can go for months now (obviously) without writing here, I don’t think I’m done.  So it might be slow, but eventually I think I will need this catharsis again. 

Thanks for hanging out with me.  Here’s to hope — yours for me, and mine for you.  Champagne all around, everybody.

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3 thoughts on “The reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.

  1. During the day, D’s only now slowly moving to every 2.5-3hrs, but often still at every 2hrs. So I feel your pain. My days are spent nursing. But we do what they need, and we’re damned lucky:-).

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