Just as well you don't come here for logic, dear visitors. The last post, (aptly named (I thought) The Hunger Games) was meant to be about the Time of Hunger we are living through. But then I went off on a rant about the infant feed industry and then, I do not know, I must have seen something shiny or nodded off, or something, because I never got to the hunger. However, being that as it may; he is gaining an ounce a day (nearly 30g). That's a lot, isn't it? Even for an infant. I can see the kid grow in front of my very eyes. Already he is out of these dear little clothes:
Goodbye little tiny Jay. Hello, Jay, the mini-power lifter, with all the sit ups (forgive lack of hyphens. It is dark and my fingers don't remember quite where they are, despite the excellent home-training (ooh the hyphen is back! It was there.) in typing I gave myself in 1986 on one of those ancient metal typewriters out of a spiral bound red book. Where did that thing go?) the leg-lifts and the turning over at night. He can bear his own weight, he can stand up in his carrier. He can lift his hips easily, and arch his back. He's a strong baby.
(*Feels 98 per cent proud and 2 scared* Is this kid going to eat us soon? He is hungry.)
Luckily, the pediatrician advised us to give him inverted commas a little inverted commas (where are they?) baby rice to help with his acid reflux. Otherwise, the afore-mentioned Parent As Snack phenomenon would surely have occurred by now. During the day, it's fine, of course, but at night he's just too hungry to sleep through and sometimes wakes 4 or more times for a feed, where it used to be more like 2. And sometimes I am not sure if he's really hungry. I fear we're teaching him that food is the answer to every emotional problem. Lonely? Tired? Sad? FOOD FOOD FOOD. On the other hand, with all the kicking, lepping around the cot, the desperate attempts to sit up AND the rollovers, he's not at all overweight, it seems to me. Just a bit of pudge, like a baby should have. So! Tell me. They do, do they not, sleep better when they get proper solids? And when can I start with those? Really at six months, eh? I would love to hear your experience, if you have a moment.
And another milestone: His birthmother has asked for another update. YAY! I take this to mean we didn't put her off with the last one and (maybe even) have won her trust? I know that birthmothers sometimes fear being judged by adoptive parents, so I really hope any such fear has been assuaged and the lines of communication are open. I've written her another letter densely packed with information about Himself - I hope with the right amounts of respect and warmth and non-presumption. I am also sending her a photobook.
It's racing up to ten past nine, everyone. I must retire; last night was not a pretty affair. Jay had some something going on, (teething? Developmental stuff? Wonder weeks says week 19 is likely to be challenging) which involved sad crying, (you know? with the heartbreaking downturned mouth?) and maddened yelling and some other flavours of crying too, so an early night is in order.
Night all. Be well, everyone,