It's World Breastfeeding Week, and Sam and I have been participating in the National Nurse-Out. So far this week, we've nursed at the library, my old college, a couple of restaurants, a department store, and a shoe store. It's a bit difficult to nurse him in public, though; he's so very alert to everything going on that he insists on pulling away to look at the people walking past us. I love that he's so tuned into the world and that his vision is obviously so developed, but good grief! The midwives were surprised when I told them he was doing this; apparently, most babies don't start getting distracted by people until they're about six months old.
I think we'll be going to the county fair tomorrow. Not that Sam will be able to appreciate it much (then again, the little busybody just might), but I love getting out of the house. It's getting pretty lonely around here.
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He's just such a happy baby!
Well, we had our final appointment with the midwives last night, at six weeks post-partum. Sam now weighs 12 pounds, 14 ounces - up over a pound from his doctor appointment last week. I guess those growth spurts pack a punch! We all got a bit tearful at the end of the appointment and took a lot of pictures. We'll miss them a great deal.
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I'd say it's official: Sam is officially in the heart of his six-week growth spurt. The increased nighttime waking continues and he's demanding to be nursed every half-hour or so during the day. As long as I'm able to comply with his wishes, everything is just hunky-dory; if I can't nurse him immediately, or if my supply is lower than he'd like, the neighbors get to hear about it. Fun!
Sitting and standing remain the order of the day. Of course, he can't do either on his own yet - he's only five weeks old! - but that doesn't deter him from trying. Sam insists that we help him with the endeavors whenever the fancy strikes him. He especially likes to be held standing on the floor while he grips the top of the coffee table. He'll remain standing until his little legs get too tired, and then he'll become most cranky at having to sit for a moment.
Doctor's appointment went great! Sam weighed in at 11 lbs, 13 oz - the 85th precentile for height and the 90th for weight. They said that if he keeps growing along this curve, he'll likely grow to about 6'1" or 6'2". He's the spitting image of his Uncle Cory, also a tall guy, so I wouldn't be surprised.
I thought I'd take some shots of Sam without a diaper cover on, just to capture the beauty of a cloth diaper on a little bum. It's worth all the extra effort - though there's really not all that much. I'm washing my own dipes at home, and it's only a few extra loads of laundry a week. Actually, it's helping me stay on track of all the rest of the washing, too, since I'm getting into the habit of doing at least one load of laundry a day.
He's quite the morning lark these days, waking me with chirps, coos, and giggles. I told him, "God made you guys so cute as protection from sleepy mommies." During the day, though, it's getting harder and harder to keep him happy if he's not "standing" on somebody's lap. No reclining for this one-month-old! It's going to be a long first year...
Well, I know why Sammy was sleeping all day yesterday. He must have been fighting off this fever that has now migrated onward to his mommy. Naturally, too, he was awake all night, so I'm feeling even worse than I otherwise might be. At least he's being relatively low-needs at the moment, so I can rest and drink lots of water.