A month ago this was Gabe:
He was a 3 month old baby-baby. And yesterday morning he woke up and I swear to you he had gained 5 lbs overnight. He was a 4 month old and built like a brick. How did we get from little green stripey peaches and cream to brickhousebaby? I’ll show you.
This last months has been really really fun. Gabe is full of personality and it totally delights me. He has nearly 100% neck control and is learning balance. We call him our little pinguino because he looks like a penguin with his arms out to his sides when he is trying to get control of his upper body. He still can’t roll over or sit up on his own but he is getting there.
Gabe also had his first real illness. Just a cold, but he spiked a fever and couldn’t sleep and cried and cried and cried. And even though I said I wouldn’t, even though our plan was for Kamel to handle the stay-at-home-ness because he has a more flexible work schedule and I had barely any PTO at all…
… I spent a long two days pacing our hallway with the little man in the Ergo front pack. And then of course Kamel got sick and I was slingin’ tea like a bar back in a place where tea was the only beverage available.
And then something major happened… we decided to start supplementing with formula. This was a huge angst-driven decision that had to be made in a matter of 24 hours. Gabe ate straight through my freezer storage and I was totally incapable of pumping enough to feed him exclusively while he was at daycare.
The most frustrating part of this whole thing was two-fold. First, I knew that if I wasn’t working and feeding him straight from the boob that I would have absolutely no supply issues whatsoever. Stupid inefficient pumping! I shake my fist at you!! Second, I had done EVERYTHING that I was told to do. Everything! I was drinking gallons of milk-inducing tea, I was pumping after feeding, I was pumping in the middle of the night while my baby slept, I was squeezing and massaging every last drop out of my poor sad boobs. And I STILL wasn’t able to make enough.
So… we formula-ed. And I cried the first time because I felt like this whole breast feeding thing is straight BS. They tell you, “you make as much as the baby needs!” yeah except with pumping you just can’t get to it all! It’s in there, waiting, but… no dice. They tell you to over stimulate to make more, but all it did was chain me to my house on the weekends. Feeding on the go was impossible if I also needed to pump after ever time. And talk about stress! Being at work, pumping, and KNOWING that I wasn’t going to make enough for the next day. Horrible. When you are the only thing that is providing food for your baby, and you are working full time… I just couldn’t do it all.
So now he eats 1-2 bottles of formula a few times a week, only at daycare. And I still pump my 3 times a day, and I still do all the feedings while at home and my supply has not diminished at all – in fact it has grown to support his appetite. But I STILL can’t pump enough to feed him all day long. Last week dude ate 20 oz JUST during the time he was at daycare. I am lucky if I pump 15 oz max.
And then there is his mouth. He isn’t teething but he wants to chew on ALL THE THINGS. All the cloth things! All the rubber-y things! All the hands and all the fingers! He will routinely bring my hand up to his face and suck on my thumb knuckle with a vengeance. So anyone who comes in contact with my little zombie baby – sorry about that…. he’s going to try and eat you.
And on his 4 month birthday, you know what awesome milestone he crossed off the list?
Mr. 4 months finally started to respond to his own name! I tested it out several times and then Kamel tested it out, and every time we called his name he would search around until he found our faces and then greet us with a big big big Gabe grin. Coolest thing ever!
Happy 4 month birthday my little dude! You have the greatest little fuzzy head and you continue to absolutely amaze me.