I've been dealing with a couple of sickos this past week. DH brought home a nasty cold and passed it to little A, so between the two boys, I've been mopping up snot left and right. Ha! to those who say that BFing keeps germs away. Bullcrap I say!
Anyway, A had his 3 month check up and a round of shots. He weighs just shy of 13 pounds and is 24 1/2 inches long. He gained an inch and a pound since the last visit. Oh, and his head is 41 cm, so he grew 1 cm in a month, too. He also had two vaccines--one was hep B which I was reluctant to give him. I mean, he isn't planning on having sex or sharing needles quite yet, but I felt pressured to give in. I dunno. I hate this whole vaccinate against any and everything crap. Measles, mumps, Ok. Chicken pox though? I know. I know. I should be thankful that we do have the technology and the know, but somehow, as it is with hep B, I know that it is ultimately about profits for drug companies. I am not even vaccinated against hep B, so why push it on a little infant. The doc scared DH, so he wanted to go with it. I am 50 percent of the decision maker, and I didn't want to fight about it.
Back to breastfeeding---since he's been sick, he's been on the boob every hour or so around the clock. Seems like the strike is over for now. The doctor wasn't too concerned. She did note that his weight gain slowed down, so to just make sure he is getting a boob every 3-4 hours during the day. Since he's been sick, I moved the chaise into his room and have been sleeping next to him. Any phlegm wakes him and he gets pissed. Plus I like the comfort of knowing I am right there if he needs me. It's been kinda sweet sleeping near him again. We put him in his crib when he was about 4 weeks old, so it is nice to be back by his side.
It is funny to think of a year ago---I was POAS every day, got my first beta, closed on this dream house we are living in. And now? DH and I had dinner after we put A down on Xmas eve, and as I was plating the potatoes, he said, "Think about it---next year instead of dinner after he goes to bed, we'll be wrapping presents for Xmas morning." I wept in the potatoes. Like, sobbing, and I turned to him and hugged him. I said nothing to him but was thinking that this was the first time we connected in a long long time.
I hope you all had a merry xmas!