Turtle Monkey

My 10 week old baby is 15 lbs! Oh my word. I’m surprised he fits into his 8-16 lb diapers so well, though I’ve noticed the Happy Heineys getting tighter. No wonder he couldn’t fit into that 3 month old outfit I tried putting him in on Saturday.

{I have to wonder what Elias would weigh if he were exclusively breastfed. I know I shouldn’t think things like this because it makes me sad; it’s kind of painful. The doctor (Whom we really like and respect and is VERY pro breastfeeding and anti formula.) reassured me that by continuing to breastfeed even though the majority of his nutrition is coming from formula, it’s giving him more advantages than if he were strictly formula fed.}

I decided to let him go ahead and get all his scheduled shots today. There are only a couple of vaccines I’m really scared of and I won’t have to deal with making the final decision on those for a while. I struggled with the decision to space out the vaccinations, but in the end due to the holidays and the fact that I couldn’t bring myself to watch him get hurt once a week for the next month or so, we got them all today. Oh god, it was truly heartbreaking. He was crying, but clearly trying to work his way through it by sucking on my finger and concentrating on my face. On the second leg, he lost it and no amount of comfort in the world was good enough. He calmed down, but was still sniffly shortly after the shots, but got upset again a few minutes later when I put him in his carseat to leave. When we started moving he calmed again until I got him into the car and he cried when he saw my face (heart. breaking.) Once we were driving, he fell asleep (it was 3pm and he’d only had about 30 minutes of sleep total since waking at 8am).

When we pulled in at home, he woke up and looked around, not crying or upset. I went back there and stuck my face in his carseat and he just stared at me, but no smiles. Once we got into the apartment and I started unbuckling him from the carseat, he smiled big bright smiles at me. Whew! God, those smiles and that forgiveness make things like these so much harder. I immediately put him into the swing, turned it on so I could unpack quickly. He fell back asleep though and I’ve decided to let him sleep. He’s cool to the touch and otherwise seems to be feeling okay. I’m having Mark stop and pick up some infant tylenol on the way home just in case we need it.

Elias got upset when the doctor looked into his ears, but didn’t mind any of the other normal tests. When the doctor was cycling Elias’ legs, Elias smiled at him several times. He gave Doug a smile last night from inside the Moby (too cute!) It’s nice to see my son smiling at strangers.

He was cooing to the nurse every time she was in the room. She said he was a talker. He really seems to put serious consideration into forming the “words” he speaks, which is just hilarious to watch.