No new teeth to write about, but our little guy is sitting up on his own now. He still slumps over just a little bit after he’s been sitting for a while, but he is definitely an independent sitter. See for yourself!
He’s getting so big! I can hardly stand it, really. He’s (mostly) sleeping better at night and is down to only one-wake up, and at least once a week he sleeps all night long. I’m ready for the day (night?) when he’s sleeping through the night consistently.
He’s gotten better at napping at daycare, too. I was terrified I’d have a non-stop cranky baby because of his refusal to nap, but he’s gotten WAY better and naps better there than he does at home, honestly. Which isn’t fun for us, but we manage.
Take right now, for instance. Joshua is tired, but doesn’t want to be cuddled. But he won’t really fall asleep on his own. So we’re trading off with “butt patting” duties until he’s asleep. Ehh, we manage.
Joshua has also developed a MASSIVE runny nose. That’s it, though. It just runs. He doesn’t have a fever, isn’t really acting more fussy than usual, and is still sleeping okay. But seriously. His nose runs all.the.time. I know it’s a hazard of him being in daycare. His runny nose is honestly the one thing I dislike about him being in daycare (aside from not getting to see him, but I’ve got to work, so there’s no changing that). I love the women at his daycare. I know they love on my little guy when I’m not with him, and that’s what I wanted for him. I just hate that he’s had this runny nose for a while now.
I’d hoped that breastfeeding him would help keep him from getting sick, and I suppose it has since this runny nose is nothing major. Which leads me to the next topic of this rambling, overdue update.
We’re basically exclusively pumping now. I feel chained to a machine like a dairy cow. It isn’t fun. Because of my work schedule, the only time we have to nurse is when he first wakes up in the morning and sometimes, he wants nothing to do with it. I think he’s developed a bit of bottle preference since that’s how he’s fed now. I have mixed feelings about this.
On the one hand, this is much easier when we go places, and in the middle of the night, it’s easier to give him a bottle and know how much he’s getting so that I know whether he’s hungry if he wakes up again. On the other hand, I really enjoyed breastfeeding him. It was a connection that we had. (Not that I feel like he’s less connected to me now, but still…) Now, my only connection is to the Medela Pump-in-Style.
My goal has always been to make it to six months and then we’ll go from there. We’re two weeks away from that goal. I’m not ready to stop giving him breastmilk, but I know that I can’t keep this pumping schedule up indefinitely. I have no idea what to do. I won’t quit on my worst day (and really…I’m WAY beyond my worst day. WAY beyond.) but I just can’t decide what to do. I guess I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it in two weeks.
I got into a crafting mood the other day, so I went to JoAnn’s and bought WAY too much fabric. I’m making Joshua some soft blocks to play with/chew on/throw across the room at valuable and/or sentimental things/bang me in the head with and I’m considering making sets of them and selling them on Etsy. They’re really easy, but I know there are people out there with the crafting skills God gave an elephant who cannot or will not DIY anything. We’ll see, though.