Dearest little bean,
It’s March, which means you’re are half a year old…HALF A YEAR! But seriously, where did the time go? We are enjoying you so much, that the time is just whizzing by, leaving us in the dust.
You missed your 4 month appointment, thanks to the weather, so you had a 5/6 month appointment instead. Which included more yucky shots and more sad baby, but it wasn’t as bad as the first set you received, thank goodness!
At that appointment, you weighed 13 lbs, 9.7 oz and were 25 inches long. Still our tiny tot!
You had your first Valentine’s Day and you wore a fluffy, fancy red heart dress that you Nene bought for you. You got a new bath toy, an outfit and a new plate for your foodie adventures! Dad was actually gone that night, celebrating a special birthday with friends, and I stayed home with you and Brennan. But we celebrated the next day with a yummy dinner and as usual, the waitresses loved you.
You’re loving all of your new fruits and veggies, especially bananas. They were the first food to make you smack you lips after taking a bite. You are still loving the spoon and helping feed yourself. You’re also getting pretty good at drinking water out of your doggy sippy cup. You also just love your high chair! You think it’s the big time and that you’re so grown up!
You’ve been rolling over more and more and are getting less mad when on your belly. But you still prefer to just stay where you’re at. You’re even sitting now! Sometimes a little wobbly still, but you’re sitting (mostly) unassisted and reaching for toys and enjoying the new view! You’re also finally able to touch the ground in your jumperoo and you think that’s the coolest trick ever and like to do shows for us where you perform some sort of baby river dance with your crazy feet.
You’ve also been sick a bit. The daycare scenario just encourages it! And we had a scary situation on our hands that resulted in your first ER visit. On February 24, you and I were shopping in Target, like usual. I’d been trying to keep on a strict feeding/pumping schedule, so I took a formula bottle with us to try and stay on that schedule. I fed you in Target, in your carseat, then pulled you out to make sure you had a good burp. You were happy as can be outside of your seat, so I carried you around for a bit. You even held the cart handle. Then I set you in the seat of the cart, and we went to look at Easter stuff. You belched and gurgled, so I pulled you out to try and burp you again…you started to vomit. Not just spitting up vomit, but projectile vomiting. It was coming out in waves, out your mouth and nose, and the look of fear on your face was freaking me out. You and I were covered head to toe in curdled milk as we stood in a 3 foot by 3 foot puddle of curdled milk. I was dumbfounded and unsure how to clean up the mess. I couldn’t find anyone, you were a sad panda and crying, and people were just passing us by….staring…so I took one of your beautiful, white baby blankets and wiped the vomit up off the floor.
I took you into the bathroom to change you immediately, only to find that your entire body was covered in hives. My initial thought was that you were somehow allergic to the formula that you’d had so many times before. You were back to happy by this point, laughing and playing with me, but I was really worried. I stuffed all of the vomit-soaked goodness into the diaper bag, and home we went. I called your dad to tell him what was going on and that I was going to call the doctor when, not 5 minutes down the road, you were shooting vomit everywhere again, out of your mouth and nose in your car seat as I was driving. I pulled over immediately because I was afraid you’d choke on the vomit, there was so much of it. By that point you were crying and covered in even worse hives. The pediatrician recommended Urgent Care or the ER, whichever was closest. I ran you to Urgent Care and you had fallen asleep on the way, which scared me because I was afraid you were having trouble breathing. The Urgent Care nurse took one look at you and said to get you to the ER right away.
Your dad met us there and you were still sleeping. When the triage nurse took your pulse you woke up, shaking violently, which scared your dad and I, but once you realized we were there with you, you calmed down and turned into that happy little baby again. They stripped you down and weighed you, and you giggled at the nurse, even though you were still covered in hives. They put you in the cutest, tiniest hospital gown I’ve ever seen that was covered in teddy bears. It was a sad sight, but so adorable at the same time!
They checked you over, and you were fine, for the most part. Gave you a dose of benadryl and we were informed to stay away from the formula, so we did. The next day I stayed home from work just to be sure you were okay. In the afternoon we headed out to the grocery store. You were kind of restless all day and didn’t take long naps, even though you were so tired. You feel asleep in the car so when we got there, I sat in the car for about 15-20 minutes, just to let you sleep a bit. Until you were awakened by that awful, violent vomiting…AGAIN! More than 24 hours later, no formula in sight! You didn’t even have your usual solids, just to be safe. We were more confused than ever, but you had no hives, so we just headed home. The pediatrician then suggested a virus of some sort which can cause hives. You were tired that week, and still suffering from the stuffy nose that had been plaguing you. By the end of the week, you were so tired and lethargic that I was really worried. It just wasn’t like you. You were also pretty fussy at night and just wanted to be held, which also wasn’t really like you, but we took advantage of the extra snuggles. It’s been crazy, but we are glad you are okay and can only assume that you’re also teething, since the symptoms of the weekend sort of match up. But no more vomit! And no more hives!
It’s been a crazy month, but an oh-so-good 6 months. It’s hard to remember life without you, and sometimes, I don’t want to. It’s been the best half a year of my life, and I’m so excited for more…
(I couldn’t decide which photo I liked better)