We went to Wes' 2 month check up on Friday. This is the first I have been able to post because while we were at the appointment, I got my hand smashed in a door and have had it in a splint. More on that in a sec.
Wes is now:
23 inches long = 49th percentile
10lbs 9ozs = 21st percentile
15.3in head circumference = 20th percentile
Diapers = size 1
Clothes = 0-3 months (the newborns finally stopped fitting this last week)
He got a bunch of shots and did great. Screamed like the dickens at first, but got over it pretty quickly.
Wes now smiles and coos a ton. He really loves talking to mommy and daddy. He really responds to people talking to him, and is pretty friendly. He can go from 0-60 when he gets hungry though- like this last week during Relief Society. Calm, happy baby capturing the hearts of the masses one second, the next he was screaming like someone was killing him. I think he decided like mid-smile that he hadn't eaten recently, and that was the end of showing off until he belly was refilled! Although he hasn't outright giggled yet, he is close. He gives a pronounced "huh!" when excited/amused, like when mommy plays peek-a-boo with him.
He's not the hugest fan of tummy-time, but it's also not the end of the world to put him there. He tends to spit up and then face-plant in it, so I have to watch and clean it up before it gets into his eyes. And he isn't rolling or crawling or anything miraculous yet. He's just right on target with learning to hold his head and chest up.
As you can see, he's still fairly bald, but I'm sure right around a year those curls will start to come in like they did on Carly.
He likes his bumbo, swing, and playmat alright. But he is not nearly as independent as Carly was at this age. He would much rather be held and making eye contact all the time than looking at his various toys. I feel like last time I had all the free time in the world, and now I have two attention-hungry energy-leeches attached to me. It can be exhausting.
But he is getting much better at sleeping through the night. His schedule is getting more and more regulated. But lately I can count on 2 basic schedules: him going down between 11-midnight and waking up once about 5am and going back down from 5:30am until 10am; or going down between 11-midnight and sleeping straight through to 7am. It varies, but either way I am getting much better sleep.
And the colic! It's gone! Praise the Lord! We can't decide if it was the abrupt end to my love affair with dairy, or if it was the reflux medication. But we'll take it however we can get it. And I've learned that, really, RiceDream is pretty good!
We are still breastfeeding, and he is a little champ at that. He goes easily back and forth between the breast and bottle. I am really blessed to not have to deal with any major latch issues with either of my kids. It has always come super easily and naturally. And my milk is holding up so far. Hopefully I'll be able to exclusively breast feed much longer this time than I did with Carly (with her, I lost my milk dramatically at 5 months or so).
All in all, he's a great kid and is getting to be so much fun!
Okay, so back to my hand. We went to Wes' appointment as a family, and while we were there decided to get flu shots for the rest of us ( -Marshall, who has weird personal vendetta against flu vaccines). I had to step into the hallway to sign some forms to add Carly and I as patients for that visit so we could get shots, and while in the hallway, I was an idiot and leaned up against the hinge side of the doorframe of the opened door. Carly made a break for it, and Marshall quickly kicked the door shut....on my hand. Ouch! I couldn't move it, and the immediate swelling and bruising had us all thinking it was broken. I had to cancel all of my appointments for the day and head over to instacare for x-rays. Luckily, no breaks. But I got all splinted up and instructed not to use it for a week. After 2 days, the improvement was remarkable, so I think I am safe to type at this point! Funny enough, tonight while making dinner I was trying to one-hand a pot of boiling water to ease the stress on the hurt hand, and managed to poor the boiling water all over my good hand! Eeek! Good thing both wounds will heal, and in the mean time, I can still use both hands at 75% capacity.