December 15, 2008
No, not six months pregnant, but six months has passed since I was pregnant. It’s hard to believe it, but my little boy is old enough to grab his feet and put them in his mouth, make raspberries with his lips and even to shake his head “no” back at me when I do it to him. He is such a joy and is still considerably easier than Elias was, and possibly even easier than Jenny was as a baby. He is certainly happier than Jenny – or at least he smiles a lot more than she did.
Today we started solids (I’m anal…yeah, I know, but I don’t start solids – any solids – until my kids are exactly six months to the day), and Erik did what most babies do and made a cute little disgusted face, gagged a few times, spit a good deal of it back out, but ate a whole tablespoon on his first tasting. This is always a very exciting time for me, and simultaneously sad. My babies aren’t just mine anymore – someone else can feed them now, even if it is only rice cereal a half a cup at a time. I have devoted myself to exclusive breastfeeding for very selfish reasons, really – I just love that it has to be me that feeds them. I mean, yes, someone else could do it in an emergency (not that I can guarantee my kids would have known what to do with a bottle), but otherwise, it’s all my responsibility. Other people can change diapers, give baths, play peek-a-boo, but I’m the one with the food.
The other downside to supplementing breastfeeding is that any birth control I was getting from exclusive breastfeeding starts to decline with each feeding of solids. Yes, this does work – you have to be very good about not supplementing anything in the first six months, though. And, like most other forms of birth control, it’s not 100% fool proof. Even giving a soother (pacifier) can interfere with it. But so far, it has worked for us.
Well, it is now the end of a long day – Jenny and Elias didn’t eat supper yesterday (not because I didn’t offer it, but because they refused to eat) and so they were up way too early this morning asking for food, and then I took Erik to his six month checkup in the afternoon and had to deal with grumpy kids who really needed a nap – and fast. Tomorrow I am taking Jenny to her very first dentist appointment. I can hardly believe she’s old enough for it, but she does have teeth and she can speak in full sentences…so I guess it’s time.
If you’ve been keeping up with the other blog, about how I can’t keep my house clean, and other bits of chaos, you’ll be up to date on a lot of this, but I thought I would take the time to update the journal since Erik is six months old now. Adieu!