7 Months…. 7 stinkin’ months old. I swear this is my favorite age, so interactive, so loving life, learning every day, everything is new and exciting and it makes the days fun. And I feel like I say this every month, but man is he the most easy going little guy ever.
When I just stop and think back through all I’ve been at emotionally with this kid. To where I was and where we are now. When I was pregnant the word Down syndrome was said, even though the chances were slim, the words were still said and that made my mommy brain and heart worry. I got super protective over, I felt like I needed to make sure all those super close to us knew and they needed to understand that no matter what they needed to love and protect this baby too, no matter what. Not like they wouldn’t have, but they needed to hear from me, no judging, only acceptance and love. Then he was born, and I remember just searching his sweet face for a sign, to know, did he, didn’t he. We all know, thank you God, the outcome of that. Then there were those first 6 weeks, those loud, screaming fits this kid would have. I was literally scared of him. Scared if I woke him that he would just cry, scared that when he was crying I couldn't get him to stop. I feel like he knew it too. I feel like he was the worst with me. Then there was my guilt, I didn’t fall head over heels in love and I feel like it took me even longer than with Raegan. I felt guilty that I wasn’t all, oh my gosh look at my adorable, healthy baby boy, especially after all I had hoped and prayed for the outcome we had, you would have thought that would have kicked up my emotions, but nope. I literally was scared of my newborn. Then 6 weeks came and it happened. Obsessed. It was like we both turned the corner and it was heaven. Weston fits so perfectly into our family, his demeanor, his love for his in-your-face all the time sister. I just hope he knows just how much he has completed this family of ours and that he has made it very hard to say if this is our last Kramer baby. For many reasons Eric and I have said we are done, but my heart hurts when I say that. But I do realize at some point someone has to be the last baby. But this kid, this laid back, go with the flow, doesn’t really sleep through the night, big blue eyed boy of ours, makes it hard to not say yes to 3.
This past month he has gotten so much more vocal, we have a second bottom tooth, we can now roll over from back to tummy and tummy to back, we sit up on our own and play for hours. Anything in arms reach is fair game for his chubby little hands. He has eaten (I forget what I said he already was eating last month) carrots, sweet potatoes, peas, squash, bananas, apples, mangos, pears, yogurt, puffs, and rice cereal. Carrots are the only favorite veggie and mangos are hit or miss. We had his 6 month well visit a month late due to my travel schedule, but it appears we continue to make short babies. 25.75” long (3%), 17 lb 8oz (32%) and a 89% head circumference. As reference Raegan was 14 lbs 10 oz (12%), 24.5” long (10%) and a 49% head.
I’m also pretty sure no one actually calls him Weston… he is boo-boos to me, little man to Eric and little guy to Raegan. He's wearing size 3 diapers during the day and 4 at night (I'm determined to finish this box of 3's, hate for them not to get used!), Wearing 9 month tops and 6 month bottoms. We love you!
When I just stop and think back through all I’ve been at emotionally with this kid. To where I was and where we are now. When I was pregnant the word Down syndrome was said, even though the chances were slim, the words were still said and that made my mommy brain and heart worry. I got super protective over, I felt like I needed to make sure all those super close to us knew and they needed to understand that no matter what they needed to love and protect this baby too, no matter what. Not like they wouldn’t have, but they needed to hear from me, no judging, only acceptance and love. Then he was born, and I remember just searching his sweet face for a sign, to know, did he, didn’t he. We all know, thank you God, the outcome of that. Then there were those first 6 weeks, those loud, screaming fits this kid would have. I was literally scared of him. Scared if I woke him that he would just cry, scared that when he was crying I couldn't get him to stop. I feel like he knew it too. I feel like he was the worst with me. Then there was my guilt, I didn’t fall head over heels in love and I feel like it took me even longer than with Raegan. I felt guilty that I wasn’t all, oh my gosh look at my adorable, healthy baby boy, especially after all I had hoped and prayed for the outcome we had, you would have thought that would have kicked up my emotions, but nope. I literally was scared of my newborn. Then 6 weeks came and it happened. Obsessed. It was like we both turned the corner and it was heaven. Weston fits so perfectly into our family, his demeanor, his love for his in-your-face all the time sister. I just hope he knows just how much he has completed this family of ours and that he has made it very hard to say if this is our last Kramer baby. For many reasons Eric and I have said we are done, but my heart hurts when I say that. But I do realize at some point someone has to be the last baby. But this kid, this laid back, go with the flow, doesn’t really sleep through the night, big blue eyed boy of ours, makes it hard to not say yes to 3.
This past month he has gotten so much more vocal, we have a second bottom tooth, we can now roll over from back to tummy and tummy to back, we sit up on our own and play for hours. Anything in arms reach is fair game for his chubby little hands. He has eaten (I forget what I said he already was eating last month) carrots, sweet potatoes, peas, squash, bananas, apples, mangos, pears, yogurt, puffs, and rice cereal. Carrots are the only favorite veggie and mangos are hit or miss. We had his 6 month well visit a month late due to my travel schedule, but it appears we continue to make short babies. 25.75” long (3%), 17 lb 8oz (32%) and a 89% head circumference. As reference Raegan was 14 lbs 10 oz (12%), 24.5” long (10%) and a 49% head.
I’m also pretty sure no one actually calls him Weston… he is boo-boos to me, little man to Eric and little guy to Raegan. He's wearing size 3 diapers during the day and 4 at night (I'm determined to finish this box of 3's, hate for them not to get used!), Wearing 9 month tops and 6 month bottoms. We love you!
1 comments:
OMG...I can't believe how big Weston is getting. What a great picture. The comparison of him & Raegan really shows they are related...no denying it. Same nose, same eye shape....
Beautiful babies!!!
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