Showing posts with label Checkup. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Checkup. Show all posts

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Newsletter: Month 2

Dear Monkey,

Two months in the books and we’re getting this family thing down. You had your two month visit at the doctors and you weighted 10lbs 10 ounces, doubling your birth rate and grew to 22 inches in length. Unfortunately you had to get four shots and Mom cried right along with you as your Dad held your arms and tried to distract you by talking to you so you would forget the nasty stuff going on with your legs. You were a champ, after a few minutes you settled down and fell fast asleep.

You took a nap when you got home and when you woke up it was obvious your little legs were hurting. When you weren’t crying you were whimpering, I put cold compresses on your legs and that seems to help, along with Tylenol, enough to get you back to sleep and we had a decent night.

You attended your first birthday party at Maddox’s house. Mostly you hung out in the Bjorn and watched the kids run around.

As far as sleeping you are down for about three hour increments at night like clockwork. I can work with that. This week we made the move from the bassinet to your crib. The transition was seamless; I’m getting ready for crib sleeping as you are going to day care in a few weeks.

You spent an evening with your Dad and brother without Mom last Friday. Let’s just say you did…uhm…ok. You gave your Dad a run for his money by crying most of the time I was gone. I went to a concert with Miss Nicole and you didn’t like it one bit. I always come back boy…I always come back.

You began talking (read cooing) a bit and you have a smile that lights up your face. I am really enjoying staying home with you; we have managed to stay busy with daily chores, errands and occasional visits with the girls down south. We were walking in the mornings but it was starting to get too hot and I began to worry about you overheating plus you started crying the last couple of times halfway through so I believe my suspicions of being to hot were true.

You love to watch and listen to your big brother and he MUST give you a hug and a kiss when he gets home from school and he always ask how your day was. He loves you very much and he can’t wait until he can play with you.

It’s going to be hard putting you in daycare in a few weeks while I’m preparing to return to work. Let’s just take it a day at a time and not dwell on our weekday days ending and make the most of our time together.







I love you very much!

Love,
Mom

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Two Week Checkup

I am happy to report you are doing great and growing like a weed. Weighing in at 6 lbs 9 ounches and measuring 19 1/4 inches long. Normally babies are at their birthrate (5 lbs 11 ounces) at the two week checkup...you are almost up an entire pound over your birth weight, don't I know it. BIG EATER.

Everyone says you are so little and you prolly are but mommy doesn't think so. You are just right and you are a Wayne and you will show them! You'll be top of the class when you get ready.

Your two week habits...sleeping during the day and not so much at night. Plus you only like to sleep on Mommy. Yeah, we put a stop to that last night. Although you are too young to understand what is happening it is for your own good and mommy's sanity. I moved you to the co-sleeper last night and after a lengthy episode of crying you settled down and excepted your fate and slept for three hours straight...on your own. Progress, that's all I can hope for.

Your first fourth of July is coming up this weekend and we plan on having a good time and fun with the neighbors and fireworks.

You have begun to hold your head up really good and with tummy time you seem to be getting stronger and stronger.

Your dad thinks you don't like him but I assure him it is only a matter of time before you can't spend enough time with him and want nothing to do with mommy...your brother did the same thing.

Let's work on altering your sleeping patterns to normal human beings, hopefully we're on the right track.