Archive | August, 2012

Timothy’s New Achievements: Dancing, Seating Up, Blowing Raspberries

17 Aug

Timothy sleeps now from 8 pm to 5 am, nurses, and then sleeps some more until 8-9 am. Bliss!

This morning, he woke up around 8 am, but I wasn’t ready to wake up yet. We sleep in the same room as we’re staying currently in my parents’ house. He was playing in his crib and then started complaining: he turned around and his face got stuck under the bumper (I don’t have bumpers at home as they are not recommended, but my parents found the ones that used to be mine…) I rescued Timothy and got him into my bed, nursed him and then put him down to play. And that’s when he started to wiggle, shaking his head side to side; actually, shifting his whole body in this fashion. He was DANCING!!!

We do a little dance each time we change the diaper, I sing a song I made “we changed the diaper, diaper-diaper, we changed the diaper, diaper-diaper” – and I wiggle him. So I figured he learned to dance on his own! Now if I stand and dance, he watches me and responds with his wiggle-dance, so cute!!!

My parents taught Timothy to blow raspberries. Now feeding him is a dangerous feat. You feed him carrots, and then he blows a massive raspberry, covering everything in orange spray :/ So not only he and his high chair get dirty – I do, too! But he’s so adorable πŸ™‚ And it’s so much fun watching my parents on all fours on the flour with Timothy, blowing raspberries in turn πŸ™‚

Timothy is sitting up so well! Now when we go for walks, he sits up in his stroller, turns around, watches whatever he wants. He is so big, now that he sits up unsupported!

I love my baby. He is so adorable πŸ™‚

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6 months

13 Aug

With a bit of a delay – here is the 6-month update!

Timothy is 6 months old already. Half a year! In another 6 months, he will be one year old. He will go to daycare.

We bought and installed the real carseat – he outgrew his infant carseat. He weighs about 21 pounds. I feel so emotional about this milestone. No more infant carseat. He is not such a baby anymore…

He seats up pretty good. I sit on the floor behind him with my legs stretched on either side of him, just in case. He does fall over – but he stays seated for 5 minutes without falling, especially if he is occupied – with toys with buttons, for example.

He stands firmly, too. Two or three weeks ago I pulled him by his hands, intending to get him to sit up – but instead he stood up! And he does that ever since. I hold him by his hands, for balance, but he stands up on his own – and loves it! Giggles and performs semi sit-downs with excitement πŸ™‚

He is one strong baby.

We proceeded from cereals to purees – he loved his carrot puree; pumpkin gave him a bit of a rash on his bum. At least, I think that was pumpkin that caused it. I am waiting a few days before I try again.

Not even once did he have diaper rash while he was EBF…

Two days ago he had his first grown-up poop, which wasn’t liquid. It was a real poop. It wasn’t dry and hard, and Timothy didn’t cry (in fact, I don’t even know when he pooped – I just noticed the smell afterwards) – but still, I got worried that he might not be getting enough liquids, so I am figuring out how to get him to drink water. He refuses water from bottle. He drinks quite well from a cup, but it’s hard to ensure he doesn’t gulp too much. We are experimenting with sippy cups now.

He learned how to pass objects from one hand to the other. It feels like he is doing this now just because he enjoys it – picks something up with his right hand, passes it to the left hand, bring the left hand to his far left, then back, passing the object to the right hand again. It’s fascinating to watch.

He plays. He loves picaboo. He blows raspberries. He especially enjoys it when he eats (spitting cereal in every direction).

He discovered shrieking. Which is fine when it’s an expression of delight, but the other day he was shrieking in a very shrill fashion when he was crying – he got me scared. I thought he was in pain! But no, he was just exercising his vocal cords…

He loves noses. I lean to him and he touches my nose, always ending up with his fingers in one of my nostrils :/

He is very gentle – he touches things gently. There are some toys he knows he can yank, but usually he is gentle and he releases when I touch his hand. So there’s no hair pulling and I can wear necklaces, no problem. He touches the necklace, admiring it, but doesn’t yank.

Now that Timothy seats up, it’s so much more fun playing with him, like building block towers (soft, fabric blocks) and letting him destroy them πŸ™‚

No teeth, although teeth are bothering him.

He sleeps from 8 to 8, still waking up once to eat, around 5 am. He naps 3 times, sometimes four (if he wakes up earlier than usual).

And he is starting to manipulate. It is so obvious that he sometimes cries consciously trying to get my attention, overdoing it. I am trying to react without overreacting, to send signal that yelling won’t get him anywhere πŸ™‚

Ah, he is growing so fast…

Going transatlantic. Part 3.

10 Aug

Timothy was whining all the way to my parents’ house. I read that generally babies adjust very easily to new time zones: they sleep when it’s dark, so I put him to bed around 10 pm (Moscow is so far north that it gets dark very late in summer). I went to bed around midnight and, despite the sleepless previous night, I wasn’t sleep at all: it was 4 pm Toronto time, not the time to sleep at all.

I was in bed next to Timothy’s crib, and he was very restless – waking up, whining through sleep, crying. I nursed him around 6 am and then we fell asleep in my bed (I finally got some sleep).

He woke me up a couple of hours later (and that was all the sleep I got that night). He was so hot I immediately went looking for my mom, to ask for a thermometer. Timothy was looking pretty lifeless, there was a… sort of fear and lack of understanding what’s going on with him. I have never seen my baby so passive.

He had a 38.1 fever.

I got scared and we called the doctor. By the time they arrived, his fever was down to 37.6. The doctor said his throat was fine, his stomach was fine, and the fever too low to give medication – better to let him fight whatever it was.

Timothy was weak and whining all day long, but his fever wasΒ  gone by the end of the day – only to be replaced by screaming fits. He was obviously teething. He was chewing on everything, crying… I gave him baby advil drops and he had a good 2-hour nap. I gave him more before bed and then more when he woke up, screaming, in the middle of the night.

He woke up fine. No teething, no fever, no nothing. After that, he’s been back to his usual sunny self.

And yes, he sleeps during the nights – he almost didn’t notice the 8-hour time shift. Although the fever might be attributed to the long flight – who knows?..

Me, on the other hand, is a different story. I didn’t sleep that first night when he was whining, I slept the third night with exhaustion, and then didn’t sleep until 5 am, and then slept, and then didn’t… I am all over the place. And then yesterday I got sore throat and a 38.4 fever :/

The fever is gone now, but I am still very weak and my throat is killing me.

But, you know, my parents are so, so happy to see us all…

Going transatlantic. Part 2

9 Aug

The surprising part was that waking up my baby boy was no problem. The windows were open, it was bright daylight inside, so even though it was 2 am Toronto time, when I picked Timothy from his bassinet, he gave me a broad smile.

Frankfurt airport is one of those annoying airports where they bus you to the terminal. They brought two buses and just sat there, waiting for everyone to get on, packed as sardines (I spent my time trying to guard Timothy from people’s luggage), and brought us to the building. It was a 3-hour connection, but it took me so long to get through security (folding-unfolding the stroller, again! and then I beeped so they did the search thing with the little radar), to find a changing room, to nurse, to buy something for my niece in the duty-free, that by the time I was done with all this stuff, it was boarding time.

Timothy was sleeping-eating-watching. He was so awesome!

So I am sitting at the gate, surprised they aren’t boarding, when someone approached me and told me they switched gates (why do they always do that????)

Racing through the airport, jumping the line (yay to flying with babies), sweating the stroller-folding, timothy-stranger-holding routine, and we’re aboard the plane for the 3.5 hours to Moscow. We had the whole row to ourselves, so after take-off I put Timothy down on the seat next to me and stretched my legs to prevent him from falling. But when the turbulence started, I had to take him in my arms and that’s when the dangerous thing happened: I fell asleep with Timothy in my arms. Man, just imagine if I dropped him… Yikes. Thankfully, all was well – and I didn’t sleep for long, I am guessing 20 minutes. And that was all the sleep I got that night/day.

Arriving in Moscow, I was instantly reminded just how inconsiderate everything is there. I was given my stroller at the airplane door, and then… had to carry Timothy in a stroller three floors down. Just fantastic!

Gladly, the customs lineup was fast, the baggage was already on the conveyor, and we were in my dad’s and sister’s arms in no time.

After about 5 minutes in the car I realized I needed to nurse Timothy, so we stopped on some parking lot, I nursed him, and we proceeded. Timothy was exhausted, looking unhappy, and whining.

To be continued…

Going transatlantic. Part one

6 Aug

Timothy and I have been planning to fly to Russia for a while but straightening out all the papetwork took much longer than expected. Finally all was ready on Wednesday, I immediately bought tickets for the following day with lufthansa – apparently, their bassinets are the biggest. Which is important when you have a 20-pound baby.

This is the beginning of the story which I started to type midair.

We arrived at the airport about 3-2.5 hours ahead of time only to discover a gynormous lineup: there were three flights leaving at the same time. The shorter lineup for the baggage drop-off was for those who checked in online – which I wasn’t able to do due to last-minute ticket purchase. After standing in line for 50 minutes (timothy had enough time to fall asleep,Β  have a nap, and wake up again), we approach the counter and immediatly it becomes obvious there is a problem with the tickets. We are asked to step back and wait while they figure things out.

Turned out that they didn’t receive the information about my ticket at all! Again – because it was last minute and because I bought it over the phone.

They send me to talk to some other guy who, figuring out the tickets, informs me that there are no bassinets available.

That’s when I lost it. I went through this all, getting a lufthansa ticket because they have roomy bassinets, to end up with timothy in my lap for 8 hours? While the sales rep on the phone yesterday assured me there were 3 bassinets available???

I returned to the counter fuming. The lady there (who got wooed by Timothy’s charm) looked into this and bumped someone out of their seat and assigned me a bassinet seat.

It was 5:30 – my flight was at 6:40.

Hurrying to the security where I couldn’t fold the stroller to send it thru the xray. I had to ask a perfect stranger to hold Timothy while I was trying to figure out how to fold it.

And then there was only enough time to race thru the looong corridors to the gate where they already started seating the passengers.

I bypassed the lineup being a mom with a Baby and again couldn’t figure out how to fold the stroller and had to ask someone to hold timothy.

Finally we were aboard the plane. It was waaaaay past Timothy’s meal time so I sat him on my seat, sat in front of him and started feeding him the cereal – and that’s when he started screaming and went into an all-out red-faced, loud-screeching tantrum.

Yikes. I managed to staff the cereal in his screaming face and proceeded to nursing him when the family that got bumped out of their seats arrived: parents with three kids – they really wanted to seat together.

Long story short, it turned out that out of 4 abailable bassinets only 2 were taken when I was arguing back at the registration. The seats in front of the bassinets were assigned, but not the bassinets!Β  So they got those childless people to move, got me into their seats, let that big family sit together.

And I ended up with am empty seat next to, although it was quite useless as they were the seats where the armrest could not be lifted.

And that’s when timothy started screaming again. I quieted him down (for the takeoff he had to be seated on my lap) and he was quietly listening to my songs all throughout takeoff. Not a sound out of him!

And then screaming again. Nursing him didn’t change much and I realized he is just tired as it is his bedtime. I quickly changed him right in his bassinet (and he got very happy the momemt he lied down and even happier when he caught the familiar smell of his pajamas) and happily fell asleep almost instantaneously. Once, when another baby started screaming, Timothy cried a bit without even waking up, but he slept the whole way.

The problem is that I didn’t sleep. And probably won’t sleep while in frankfurt. And probably won’t sleep on the plane to moscow as it’s a short haul flight and there are no bassinets there and I can’t see how I will be able to sleep with timothy on my lap. Well, I have a carrier so maybe I will try and strap him to me – if he allows me. He is not a big fan.

Flight was uneventful. There was some medical emergency aboard the plane when they asked if there was a doctor onboard and I was impressed how quickly two doctors materialized. The guy is okay. Don’t know what was wrong but he isΒ  okay now.

Alright, they are serving breakfast and then we will start our descent. Which means I will have to wake up Timothy 😦

Will continue this later.

Aside

GrrrRRRRrrrr!!!….

2 Aug

I need to learn how to deal with people.

Yes, I know that my son is adorable. And I know you, perfect stranger on the street, are enamoured. It is sort of okay if you touch my son’s feet.

It is NOT okay to touch his hands. He licks and bites his hands – and who knows where your hands have been?

And DEFINITELY NOT OKAY to pull the pacifier out of his mouth just because you wanted to see his face!!!

I boil inside and say nothing. I need to learn to brush people away.