Last thursday at the pediatrician's office Xavier weighed 12lbs. and I can't remember exactly how many ounces, he's very close to 13lbs. We went to the Ped. because bub's eating habits had changed and he had become really fussy. At the visit the Doc had said if he didn't improve by this past monday to give him zantac. Well he has improved and I didn't need to give him any medication for his reflux.
Xavier's doing great! He's drooling, making tiny little spit bubbles and lifting up with his little hands when he is on his stomach. He still doesn't like to be on his belly for to long, but he last's alot longer than he use to. He's gotten alot better at grabbing objects and putting them directly in his mouth. He loves to laugh and have alot of fun all day until it's time for his nap. He is an absolute joy. He goes to bed around 7:30, 8:00 and stays sleep until 6:30, 7:00. I wake up missing him when Marc let's me sleep in on sundays. He likes to sleep on his side and sometimes on his side on his play gym while watching t.v. put's him right to sleep. And a few kisses always does the trick and a warm bottle while mom rocks him to sleep. At night after I feed him I put him on my shoulder and pat his back while he drifts away. I rest my head against his holding him close. Even after he burps I pat his back and just hold my little warm, cuddly teddy bear. It's so hard to put him down in his crib, I think I could stay there holding him for hours.
He loves when I sing row, row, row your boat and hickory dickory dock, he smiles and laughs in enjoyment. He loves his little musical giraffe that Marc and I bought for him while I was still pregnant. I'd put the giraffe against my stomach when Xavier was in my belly, thinking that he would recognize the sound and feel comforted when he was here. I named the giraffe Jerome(hee,hee), until Xavier chooses a name for him. The past couple of weeks or so, Xavier started wiggling and kicking his feet while I changed him. He was actually making it a lil' difficult for me. I remember thinking like, what's going on here? Why is he being so difficult? Then it finally came to me, he's growing up! He's getting older and stronger, gone are the days of him just laying on the changing table and letting me do whatever I wanted. This to is a milestone. He let's me know when I'm taking too much time changing him. He has his likes and dislikes and knows how to express himself alot more.
It's funny when X started growing out of his 0-3mth. clothes. I refused to think that he had grown out of his wrap around shirts and matching pants. Marc would repeatedly tell me that he doesn't fit in those clothes anymore, but I dressed X in those clothes anyway. After a few hours I noticed that the 2 piece outfit he was wearing looked a little drafty. His belly was poking out of his shirt like baby huey and the pants looked a lil' too snug. I couldn't put him to bed like that so I had to change him into 3-6mth. pajama's.
I held up his outgrown pj's, I needed a moment.
Marc and I just stared at the clothes and reminisced about just how tiny he was and how those days are now gone.
Of course we look forward to him growing, but we definitely hold on to each moment of every day that Xavier is with us. He is a true blessing. I've heard people saying that they cann't remember what life was like before they had a baby. I know it to be true. Being married for ten years I vaguely remember what it was like before Xavier. He is a blessing and a miracle there's not much else as incredible as that. It's hard to put into words, he's the apple of my eye, my pride and joy, he's the first, the last, my everything(Marc's in there too). I could go on and on but I'll stop here.
Thank you all for checking in and sharing our happiness!!! Love you all!!!
