I really and truly feel like every month I’m like, GAAAAAAH WTF HAPPENED? But seriously, HOW is this baby 8 months old?
Operation Feed Peanut has gone SO well people. Like, SO SO SO SO well. Once I figured out that finger foods were where it was at, we have had a hell of a time keeping her from just shoveling food into her mouth. (Sounds like another baby I remember…) She’s chunked up considerably and while I haven’t had her weighed in a few weeks, at 7.5 months I had gotten her back up from the 1st percentile to the 9th. HELLS YEAH.
Because there’s nothing more motivating to a mother than hearing that your child is officially Failure to Thrive. ::omfg::
But yes, she is bigger. We won’t go back again until she’s 9 months, but I’m not as scared anymore that something is seriously wrong with her. Her insides are still a little, shall we say, sluggish… but things seem to be getting better. And all of a sudden my teeny little peanut is ENORMOUS and 8 months old and rolling like a fiend and trying to crawl. STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP.
Another thing that has been hard is that I made the decision to stop nursing. I was just so stressed out about her weight and how much she was getting that I decided it would be better for her if we just switched to formula so I could control it. I would have pumped but yeah… my boobs don’t respond to the pump so well, so it looks like we are finished. I’m still holding on to one feeding a day, but she doesn’t seem to care really either way, now that the little shit takes a bottle. (THAT took months in and of itself… good lord she’s high maintenance.)
It’s hard though, and something that I’ll probably write another post on later (because weepy and hormonal and my last baby *gasp*) because I just can’t believe it. It went by so fast and now it’s over and I’m still in shock that she’ll be a year in only 4 months.
We were sitting together tonight, me rocking and singing to her in the darkness of her room and I had a moment of clarity. Hold on to this. Remember and savor it… because before you know it, she’ll be as big as that other kid, the one that’s getting his own pj’s on and brushing his own teeth and helping me take out the trash. And your sweet snuggly baby will be a big girl, crawling, then walking, then dressing herself and growing up so so fast.
Get a grip Mom… seriously.
