December is, and always will be, a super busy month.
And then there was Christmas.
He had his 9 month checkup yesterday, which Rob took him to without me because I was busy recooperating from food poisoning. So I sent Rob with a list of questions for the Doc. One of my concerns was about him having trouble nursing. Well, turns out he’s not gaining any weight and hasn’t since his last checkup. He’s sitting lean at 19 lbs, 2 lbs under what he should be at. Which puts him under the 50th percentile for weight, where he’s always been above the 90th. The doctor recommended that we start supplementing with formula, which I sort of suspected that’s what he’d say. We have some formula that a company sent us when I was pregnant and I kept it on hand just in case of a situation like this. He hates it.
I’m going to try a few things to see if I can boost my supply so we can continue breastfeeding, I’m not ready to stop. In the meantime I’ve done some reading on formula supplementing and I’m going to try another kind to see if he’ll take it in addition to what I’m producing. And if he won’t take any formula I’m just going to start mixing creatine in his yogurt to bulk him up.
In other baby related things, Max does the following:
-Says mama and dada, not in context, but he does speak in complete sentences otherwise.
-Cuts 2 more teeth without anyone realizing it (for a total of 6 teeth!).
-Sits himself up from a laying down position.
-Walks the dogs when Rob and I don’t feel like it.
-Is still so close to crawling, but may just skip it altogether.
-Sleeps 12+ hours straight. Ok, not really, but maybe if I continue to write it and repeat it to myself I’ll start to believe it and maybe I won’t be so effing tired? No? Ok.
-Stands holding onto things pretty well.
-Feeds himself whatever we put in front of him, then spits out 80% of it because he’s a picky little nerd.
-Sleeps in a lowered crib. Going into his room in the mornings and seeing him with his little hands on the railing, peering over, had me fearing that I would one day wake up to a loud thump of baby hitting the floor.
-Licks table legs, coffee or kitchen.
Only three more months ’til the big One. Party planning has begun.