Two Months

Pooh outfit
Originally uploaded by redamy.

Well it has been an eventful 2 months (8.5 weeks due to the vagaries of the Julian calendar) since my doctor’s face fell and she announced “We’re not taking any more chances, you’re having this baby today!” The cliché is that I wouldn’t trade a minute of the past 2 months, but in truth I would trade several minutes for a few minutes of sleep.

Ian is an astounding 11lbs 4 ounces now. He doesn’t have his 2 month well-baby check-up until next week so you’ll have to wait on length and head circumference measurements. He has been diagnosed with reflux and is on Zantac twice a day.

He likes to eat (obviously), usually about every two hours. We’ve tried mixing some rice cereal in with his formula or expressed milk, but it doesn’t seem to help his reflux or his sleep pattern. He’s getting better about sleeping when not being held. This month we got one glorious five hour span of sleep out of him and several three hour stretches. Progress is slow, but encouraging.

He has been visited by his Nana and his Aunt Holly this month. He’ll soon meet his Papaw and his Granddaddy. We’ve taken trips to the grocery store, the library (we were asked to leave due to his screaming), and the park. Ian has been on long walks with big-brother Ethan and their Daddy.

Daddy, Nana, Aunt Holly, the doctor, big brother, the dog, and Pooh Bear all received smiles long before I was graced with Ian’s dimpled cheeks.

Speaking of Pooh Bear, the Pooh characters on his mobile are his staunchest allies and most entrenched enemies. They never fail to elicit a warm smile and perhaps even a gurgling coo, but they also just up and stop rotating right when he is most entranced. International diplomat that he is, Ian expresses his outrage with a full bodied screech of rage. Kim Jong Il would cease and desist in a heartbeat if he had to listen to that noise for more than a minute.

Thanks for two amazing months. Mamma loves you, little “chunk-Ian”.