My Boy is 10 Months!

Today my beloved boy is 10-months-old and I am terrified. He is still showing no desire to sit up. Every morning, I rush to his room hoping this is the day he will find his center and sit up. Every morning my hopes are dashed.

We’ve already had an evaluation with Early Intervention. He did not qualify for services based on the evaluation scores, but the therapists used their ‘clinical judgement’ to bypass that and sign us up. They, too, were shocked at not just his inability to sit up, but his resistance to it. He is a good boy. He loves to smile, hang out, army crawl, clap and he’s starting to figure out how to wave, yet this critical milestone remains elusive for him.

I just want him to be alright. I take him to story time and the other children can sit up and pull themselves at least to their knees. All my boy can do is roll and army crawl and he often gets frustrated. He tries to use his strength to pull the toy structures down to him, while the other kids are using it to balance. It’s very interesting to watch.

Still he is my joy. He is becoming more brave and adventurous. He’s going for electrical chords I thought he’d never see. He can army crawl into spaces I thought he’d never fit in. He loves food and wants to try EVERYTHING I eat. He has a gorgeous smile with 7 ragedy teeth at various stages of development. He thinks soft-scrambled eggs are moisturizers. How do I know? He rubs them all over his hands and then on his face. They must be the reason behind his youthful glow.

We spent nearly a week in Chicago to celebrate his grandmother’s birthday. We traveled sans the hubby and my baby did so well. He went to Lincoln Park Zoo, lunched with my college friend and strolled through downtown Chicago like a champ. He missed a few naps, but definitely not the experiences. He really made his grandmother’s birthday special.

Now we are gearing up for physical therapy and two more trips leading up to his first birthday. I hope and pray he is sitting up for his first birthday party. I’m just so nervous for him. I just want his life to be grand. I want to be good enough for him. He is such a blessing and I want to be worthy of him and the blessings he brings. I write this as he bangs his legs on the floor and makes himself go in a circle. LOL!


My Child Is An Adult

I’m so pissed off at all the mothers I’ve met in the past. None of them told me how quickly your baby turns into a full-grown ADULT. My son is 9-months-old. He is crawling like a champ on his stomach; holding his bottle and mastering the magic trick of wasting formula; and making the decision to ignore all of my guidance. If he could sit up on his own, I think he’d crawl on out of the house and get a job. *gasp*

This month has been filled with so much joy that I don’t even have the words for it. My little guy traveled to Phoenix to accompany Hubby on a work trip. While The Husband went to classes and meetings, Mom and I took Little E to the aquarium and children’s museum.

We had SO. MUCH. FUN. Little E’s eyes turned into saucers as he watched colorful sea life swim, slither and stare in massive tanks inside the aquarium. He tired himself out with a strong army crawl in the children’s museum. By the way, that place should really just be called an indoor playground, but I digress. One of the best moments of the trip was sitting by the pool with Little E dressed in his very first swim suit.

That was just the start of his traveling. Little E also visited his grandpa in the great state of Wisconsin. He dipped his toes in a fresh-water lake; watched as The Husband brought back his catch and grandpa turned it into lunch; and he got to swing in a fabulous hammock.

All of this traveling made me realize that we needed a travel stroller. We got it just in time for the trip to Wisconsin. I can break that thing down with one hand and whip it onto the conveyor belt that leads to TSA screening. Now my wonderful husband is not struggling to lug our huge Uppa Baby Cruz through an airport, while helping me with all things baby. He was skeptical when I purchased the travel stroller, but after carrying it through the airport and storing it in the plane’s overhead bin, he totally supported my decision.

Later this month, Little E and I will be traveling without my husband, so we’ll see how I handle the travel stroller solo. Little E is 20+ pounds. I can’t physically carry him around airports anymore without hurting the ol’ back.

In The Wild

Baby E and I have ventured into the wild over the past two days. We hit up story time one day and a lunch date the next.

If you think people watching from a restaurant is fun, try story time. Little E and I watched as the toddlers stormed in, chose their spots, took off their coats and dove into their snacks (they come with copious goodies. I was jealous). Some sang their ABCs, while others negotiated with their parents. I was sure none of them would pay attention when the “story-time-man” made his appearance. Too my surprise, I was wrong.

This guy whipped out two books and tons of terrible accents to capture the attention of these kids, and they couldn’t take their eyes off of him. They chewed, smacked and took in every word.

The best part? My baby stayed calm and was quite observant. He gave a repeat performance the following day on our lunch date. He flashed his best smile at my friend and reluctantly digested puffs and yogurt melts, while I stuffed myself with pizza and good ol’ gossip.

This is huge for me. I’m feeling more confident and I pray that when my baby melts down, I’ll take it in stride. I’m attempting to make sure that we get out at least three times a week. I’d prefer for him to see some other kids during most of those outings. If we master exploration, I may never want to return to work again. We had so much fun.

Here’s what seems to work for us thus far:

  1. Traveling after the afternoon bottle
  2. SNACKS: I’m transitioning from all bottles all the time, so this takes some getting used to for me. I don’t have to pump him with formula. I can give him a few puffs and he’s cool. Things should get more fun when he eats more things, but we’re just learning to chew at the moment.
  3. My thumb: Sure, I pack teething toys for the boy, but he prefers my thumb. So…yeah…as long as those little teeth don’t poke me, I let him have at it.

Flying With A Baby

Flying with a baby can be annoying and it’s not because of the baby. My Little E is perfect. I mean it. A baby can’t be a bad traveller. They do their very best and so do their parents, but people get in the way.

  1. TSA: When I travel alone with my 7-month-old, I have to pre-fill his bottles with water so I can easily mix the powdered formula. However, that means the bottles have to go through extra TSA screening. That wouldn’t be a problem, except TSA either does not have enough staffing to get it done within ten minutes, or whoever is assigned to the extra screening comes sauntering over whenever they feel like it. During my last trip out of Boston’s Logan International, I had to ask if there was a special screener working my lane after waiting more than five minutes. There wasn’t. I asked four people to see a manager. They all lied and I never met a manager. I had to catch a flight, which prevented me from pressing the issue. It’s really a shame, but I’ve grown to accept the process and it no longer bothers me. Some people will say, “take empty bottles then!” Uhm, no! My son starts his “bottle cry” as soon as he sees a bottle, empty or not, feeding time or not. Whatever I can do to minimize that bottle cry, I will do… or would you prefer to hear him wail?
  2. Nosy people: If there is a long sink counter, I will change my son there, instead of the Koala care tables. I know they are deemed safe, but I didn’t install those things. I’m always afraid they are going to give way and my son will crash onto the floor. Not. worth. the. risk! I would rather change him on something that has a base on the ground. I had a woman question my decision. She said, “Don’t they have a changing table or something for you to do that?” I should have said, “who the fuck are you? and why are you talking to me?” or “Are you asking to be a bitch or out of genuine concern?” Instead, I told her, “that I prefer to trust a tabletop with a real foundation, instead of something mounted to a wall.”
  3. Touchy people: For some reason, if people think your child is cute, they think it means they can touch him. I really need to be more vocal about my dislike of this, but I don’t want to make a scene. I know. Just write, “dumb ass punk on my forehead.”

    If they’re not trying to touch your child, they try to talk to him, while he’s  attached to your chest. For some reason, everyone thinks they are the child whisperer and if your child doesn’t smile at them, they question if your child is ok. YES MY CHILD IS OK! HE DOESN’T KNOW YOU!!

  4. Judgemental People: A woman literally screamed at my husband for taking our empty stroller down an escalator. She didn’t realize there wasn’t a baby in the stroller. She apologized, but do you see how maybe she should have minded her business?
  5. Seating: People clearly see you have a child, yet choose to sit by you (if you’re flying Southwest). Then they are baffled if your child makes a peep. HE IS A BABY! 7 MONTHS! HE DOESN’T HAVE A VOCABULARY. And keep in mind, I sit in the aisle seat, and the moment my child makes too much noise I go to the bathroom. I should be like the folks who just sit there to teach your judgmental asses a lesson.

P.S. After traveling with the Moby Wrap, the original Baby Bjorn, the Baby Bjorn Carrier One and the Tula Wrap, I can honestly say the TULA WRAP IS THE BEST THING ON EARTH. IT IS THE BEES KNEES FOR TRAVELING. I LOVE IT!! (Ugh! Enough with the shouting. lol!)

AND! Thank you to all of the people who are polite, curteous and helpful. I did a lot of complaining, but I’ve flown solo rountrip twice. Each time I’ve run into incredible people who have checked to make sure I didn’t need help with bags, held packets of formula as my baby shouted at the sight of me pouring water into a bottle (which is why I now pre-fill) and offered encouraging words.