Anyway, as always, I would love it others have more data/details on this abstract concept. I finally get what 15 year-old boys knew from the get go…boobs really are so fascinating.
I cannot believe I am going to do this, but I am going to talk about milk, ONE MORE TIME. That’s it. Other than making a mention of when Belén is 100% on cow milk, I promise not to talk about milk again for the rest of the year. Do you ever find yourself in a conversation about something and take a moment to view the conversation from the outside rather than simply participate in it? While doing that, do you ever hear yourself talking and get annoyed with yourself? That is TOTALLY how I feel about writing another milk most, the third in one week, in fact. If I am annoying myself, I must be annoying all of you. But…I know there are a couple of soon-to-be weaners (what a great name!) so alas, despite my annoyance, I forge ahead…but it will be short.
After a good 15 stressful kilometers on the Express Way, I saw the light of tall skyscrapers in the distance and knew I must be arriving downtown. We (GPS lady and me) took the correct exit and then somehow managed to get pretty lost trying to get on the street the hotel is on. At one point, the GPS lady told me to take a left turn on a street that does not allow left turns between certain hours and this took me in a direction in which I eventually became way off course trying to stay out of the way of the other competent drivers on the street, electric trolley cars and the stream of pedestrians.
Belén is used to formula and has it most days while at daycare. Her breastfeeding is relegated to mornings and nights and even at that, I notice she is starting to drink less and less. My instinct is to pump more to capture the extra milk she is not drinking…but then I look at her standing on her own two feet, smiling at me with a toothy grin and think, “This kid might be
I need to come clean. I am a total freak about formula. Why, you may ask? ABSOLUTELY NO GOOD REASON! It is one of those things that I got in my head I wasn’t going to do and haven’t thought much about it since until now when I am only pumping 5-7 oz. at lunch and each day that I do it I have been wondering how much longer I can really keep it up.
Yet another very uncomfortable difference is the teeth. Yes, you read correctly, teeth…she has two now. Even with one, when she bit down it CERTAINLY GOT MY ATTENTION. After yelping like a wounded dog or a grown man kicked in the balls, pick your favorite visual image, I use my “I am not happy with you” voice even though I am not quite certain she gets it yet.
Belén’s six-month doctors visit was today. It turns out she has thrush and her head has grown too quickly.
Belén has decided that biting me is the appropriate way to let me know when she is done feeding. Also, we are getting ready to introduce solids and in preparation purchased a baby food processor from Williams & Sonoma.
At nearly six months of age, the baby has regressed to habits of her first week on earth.
it much at this point. She felt the same about the bottle until she realized there was milk in it and she was starving. Then, according to Andy, she “pounded” the milk and went through two bags of milk I had previous pumped and frozen. More on that later.
Last Thursday, my mom and I took Belén to St. Lukes Hospital for an ultrasound on her hips. Apparently there is a high percentage of first born, female, breech babies who have congenital hip problems so it is standard procedure to do an ultrasound on the hips of babies who meet this profile. Unfortunately Belén was a little hungry for the test so once I stripped her down and took off her diaper for the test, she became pretty fussy.
