Solid...Solid like a Rock

By kid is big.  Huge.  By any standards, enormous.  His stats:  29 inches long, 22 pounds, 5 months.  That's not just large, that's Andre the Giant large.

And he hasn't "plateaued" like most people have been telling me would happen.  He just KEEPS GROWING.  Apparently, that's what babies like to do...grow into big humans!

I'm starting to dread when other mommies at the park ask me, "So, how old is yours?"  When that question comes up, I immediately avert my eyes, mumble the response, and then wait for the same reaction I get every single time.  "HOLY MOTHER YOUR BABY IS GIGANTIC."

Yes, I know.  I have a big ol' baby.  More of him to love, I say.

It could be the super-human breast milk I'm feeding him like clockwork, although he doesn't seem to eat as much as he could.  He certainly doesn't empty the breast at all, and usually he just nibbles and has a jolly good time instead of getting down to business.

However, it could be the solids.  Yes, we started him on solids, on the recommendation of our pediatrician. His weight and size qualifies him for REAL FOOD apparently.  Big boy needs big eats.

Before you start quoting the ills of feeding your baby solids before six months of age, let me assure you, the pediatrician had no problem at all telling us to try out solids.  This baby is a big boy.  We go by weight and size more than actual age nowadays.

His appetite for solids started out well.  He loved pretty much everything we put near, in, or around his mouth.  Per doc's orders, we started him on rice ceral, then moved on to veggies.  Fruit was last, for the obvious reasons.  If someone gave you a peach and then said, "Here, eat this brussels sprout" would you be pleased?

Carrots were a hit.  All squash and root vegetables went over well.  He even liked turnips, which I have trouble choking down myself.

I have to give credit where credit is due, though.  The Beaba Babycook is AMAZING.  I use it regularly and the difference between store bought and home cooked is obvious.  The color, taste, and general quality is so much more vibrant and baby friendly.  The lil' dude ate it all and loved it.

So now the kid is breast feeding and eating 2 squares a day.  Maybe this is contributing to his continued healthy growth.  Either that or he will be writing a tell-all book about his steroid use.

Five Months Old

Holy cats.  My baby is five months old.  And he's a real baby now, which means he is grabbing my hair and pulling it out in clumps.

The difference between an newborn and an infant is remarkable.  No longer does he need the head support when he is picked up.  When you carry him around in your arms, he likes to sit up, not cradle.  He whips his head around like a little hoot owl when you walk the room and soaks in everything he sees.  He is amazingly entertaining in so many ways.

Not that the newborn stage isn't fascinating in its' own way.  But it's like Dian Fossey living among the apes...you tend to study the baby more, wait for responses to be obvious and not so subtle.  You wait...a lot.  It's just a watching game to see what you can pick up and write down in your baby book.

But at five months...wowza.  The amount of learning that occurs is staggering.  He is on his tummy daily, trying to reach that fuzzy toy above his head.  He leans to the right or left according to what he might want to grab.  He has control over his arms and no longer punches himself in the face.  That's right...no more baby fight club for this lil' guy.

He's also big for his age.  21 pounds, almost 29 inches long and growing every second.  Not so much an obese baby, but a SOLID baby.

And mommy's back is always reminded of just how solid that baby is.  Ow.

Adventures in Sleep Training

Baby slept like a dream from day one to about three months.  He was out like a light all night long, only stirring once in a blue moon for a quick feed, then gently passing back into sleep.

And then November 22nd hit.  It was a firestorm of night feedings, relentless rocking, soothing, pacifiers flying about the room in a frenzy of panic.  Suddenly, baby was no longer a great sleeper.  He was awake. All the friggin' time.

Every hour or 90 minutes or so he would wake up and cry.  My husband and I started to get cranky.  Real mean and cranky.  It was terrible waking up knowing the long day was ahead of us.  All day with the tot.  And he had to go to work.  I was exhausted by four.  He was equally exhausted when he finally got home. It happened every single night for over a month and a half, and it was brutal.  We were sniping at each other over dust on the table, lint in the dryer.  It was madness...MADNESS, I TELL YOU.

So at four months, which is considered on the young side, we decided to try sleep training.  My husband wanted to try the CIO method (Cry It Out) which required me wearing earplugs.  The reason?  When the baby would cry for more than a second, I would start bawling.  I was not a big proponent of the CIO method.  It was meant for tough guys.  Admittedly, I was a big wimp.

I asked my friends about their experiences in sleep training, and 9 out of 10 said that CIO was better than the No-Cry Solution, which often took longer and was more sleepless nights than I wanted to endure.  One friend even said that it took just three days for her little one to get it down.  THREE.  I was sold.

So last week, we tried CIO.  He cried, we would let him cry, and then he would get soothed by a hand on his tummy or chest and a calm voice, "It's ok...daddy/mommy is here."

The next time he woke, which was usually an hour or two later, we would wait longer, and then repeat the routine.

Every time the baby would wake and cry, we would extend the time we would wait and then go in.  It was a slow torture.  I got little to no sleep, basically because I would lie awake waiting for him to call for me.

After that first week, Friday came.  We put him down for the night and went to bed in anticipation that we would soon be up again to check on him.  7 1/2 hours later, we woke up.

A fluke?  Perhaps.  Saturday, we put him down.  7 hours later, he woke up.

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday...like a clock.

Now that's not to say it's a perfect sleep world.  He wakes up at 4 a.m. and coos and smiles, and we have to get him to lay down again to sleep for a few more precious hours.  But unlike before, he puts himself to sleep.  We can put him down in the crib and he warbles and talks to himself until he drifts off to slumber.  No more rocking and walking around in circles, which is a miracle in itself.

Sleep training worked.  Hallelujah and thank you baby Jesus.

Why I Might Not Be Mother's Group Material

I was thinking the other day...I may not be appropriate for a Mother's Group, and here's why:

1) Whenever breastfeeding is brought up, I always comment, "You breastfeedin'?  Doesn't it SUCK?  UGH."

2) I'm far too pretty for a Mother's Group and they'll all be jealous of me.

KIDDING.  I actually look like Marilyn Manson on a bad day.  Good day?  Phyllis Diller.

3) I hate talking about how motherhood has been a life-altering, amazing, beautiful change.  I prefer to discuss and vent about the days I wake up covered in baby vomit and smelling like pee.

4) My last discussion with a mom went something like this:

A MOM:  Oh, I'm so happy.

ME:  I woke up the other day and totally forgot I was a mom and I was SO RELAXED.  Is that wrong?

5)  I can't talk to women who have flat stomachs and kids.  It makes me physically sick from depression.

6)  I don't exercise and I eat crap.  Yes, I'm breastfeeding.  My milk expels twinkies and pork rinds.

Ingrate!

Hub and I were reading about the sleep issues we have been having with our four month old and found hundreds of posts on threads of various parenting sites by moms and dads looking for answers to their problems. All of them were desperately seeking advice on how to weather the storm of the relentless four month wakeful period...except one.

My husband and I read it aloud to one another several times rolling on the floor in fits, nearly crying from the hysterical laughter.

so-and-so posted:

"Our baby isnt waking up in the night, just at the crack of dawn. any ideas on how to get her to sleep later? I shouldnt complain, she sleeps from about 930-630 or 7. but that is early for me!"

Of course, no one posted a response to her query. Since she had just complained about getting 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep a night, and having to rise at 6:30-7 a.m. in the morning, she should have checked herself into the witness relocation program to avoid being bumped off by one of the sleep depraved, crazed women on this site.

Even my husband and I sobered up after a while and started resenting her. Here we were, exhausted from lack of sleep, bickering with one another, trying to find a way to soothe our kid into slumberland without permanently damaging him psychologically and she was complaining about 7 a.m. being "early for me!" ?!

At least when our baby was sleeping through the night we didn't COMPLAIN ABOUT IT. We knew we were pretty lucky. We also knew the party would end soon enough, so we appreciated every sleeping second of the time we had to rest.

I was tempted to flame her on the thread, but couldn't find the words to respond to such an unappreciative maroon. The best response I could come up with was, "Hey ass hat. #%$^@#$*."

But honestly, I thought that might come across as too subtle.

Four Months and What Happens Next

Here's what happened to us, from day one, with the sleep issue.

Baby started off great from the day he was born and slept through the night for three months straight.  I was told by my friend to NEVER mention this to any mother that had even the slightest bag under her eye, in the fear I would be maimed or killed for my big mouth.

We knew it was a blessing, although it sometimes took 1-2 hours to get him to actually sleep.  He'd fight it for as long as his little body could maintain the indignant screaming, and then pass out for 7-8 hours.  We knew we were blessed.  Every night we'd sneak smirky looks at one another, as if to say telepathically, "Heh, heh, heh...we're such lucky bastards."

Yeah, well here comes month four.  Along with my hair falling out in clumps, the baby has decided to try to make me bald by depraving me of any and all sleep until I PULL MY HAIR OUT AT THE ROOTS.  He is sleeping an hour at a time, waking up, crying or moaning like he's being tortured, and then continuing this relentlessly all night long.  I woke up this morning feeling like the hair ball that was sitting in my bath tub drain.  My husband resembled a frozen Jack Nicholson in The Shining, clutching a cup of hot coffee instead of an ax.

We immediately assumed we were being punished by God for our insolence.  It was our smugness that was coming back to punch us in the face now.  The baby was no longer the great sleeper.  He was now in the throws of what is famously known as...THE FOUR MONTH WAKEFUL PERIOD.

I had no idea this even existed, and I Google everything under the sun.  This took me totally by surprise. I felt blindsided as I read post after page about this horrible phenomenon.  I always attributed his change in sleep to the dreaded sleep regression or some sort of spurt of growth...perhaps he was even teething early, who knew.

But no.  It's this hideous four month wakeful period that's making my life Hell right now.  Not sleeping is the worst feeling in the world when you wake up and look at that fully alert, cute-as-a-button face staring up at you from the crib.  You think to yourself in a haze of semi-consciousness, "How am I going to function with this baby today?  Am I going to drop him on his head?  What will his SAT scores look like then?!"

Ugh.  Gah.  And Bleah.

Nobody Told Me

1) Baby vomit is slippery.  Wipe it off your floor with a scrub cloth.  I almost broke a hip when I tried walking on a newly cleaned hardwood floor in my socks.

2) Babies love being skin to skin.

3) You don't need to use diaper rash cream every single time you change a diaper.

4) Baby poop doesn't start to stink until a few months, when their digestive tract matures a little more...then, you need a hazmat suit to change diapers, it's so gross.  Two words:  DIAPER GENIE.

5) Babies shed.  At least, mine is.  He looks like he's going through a Benjamin Button phase.

6) Babies drool a LOT around two months, even though they're not teething.  Buy lots and lots of bibs.

7) Babies sleep all the time when they're brand new.  You can eat out in restaurants, no matter what people warn you about before you give birth.

8) People like to see you suffer as much as they did when they had newborns, so they say things that aren't necessarily kind.

9) People also lie about their newborns sleeping through the night so you'll shut the hell up about how you didn't sleep a wink when he was born and how you can expect the same.  (Although we were lucky and ours did sleep through the night...until a month ago.  The honeymoon is definitely over.)

10) Pacifiers.  They're awesome.  And they help reduce the risk of SIDS.

11) This one is from my terrific husband:  When washing the pumping equipment (twice daily) WEAR GLOVES.  His hands became horribly cracked and dry without them.  No amount of lotion helped.

Weigh In

I took out my old jeans today and tried them on.  I said with a little wince, "Hello, old friend.  It's been a long time." These are jeans I couldn't fit into before the pregnancy, either.  I figured, no pressure...I know I've been eating like a hog throughout the holiday season and even before then.  My appetite has been ravenous and I have not been curbing it.

Holy baby Jesus.  They fit.

I weigh 140.  Baby weight be GONE and then some.  If you can ignore the bloody, pussy, ridiculously painful aspect of breast feeding, it's pretty awesome to be burning an extra 500 calories a day while feeding your tot.