That's what you call a six and a half month old baby who is still nowhere near doubling her birth weight. My little Punky Peanut.
She had her six month checkup (a little late) this past Thursday. She is a whopping thirteen pounds, ten ounces. She is still almost a pound shy of doubling her birth weight, and dropped to the fifth percentile. She did grow two and a half inches in two months though, and is now twenty six inches long.
For the first time, she cried with the vaccinations. She even cried with the oral one, so I think it was more her new found fear of strangers than the fact that it hurt. The doctor looked at the rash behind her knees. We didn't know if it was heat rash or eczema. I was hoping for heat rash; doc thinks it is eczema. She also found some fluid in her ears, so she said there is a chance she has allergies. Great. So much for nursing. The main thing it is supposed to help prevent is the development of allergies. Now I really wish my body wouldn't have let me down so soon; I really wish she could've nursed longer.
Other than that, the doc was impressed with her development. She was pleased with her balance while sitting, and was surprised to hear she is crawling. And the fact that she has been pulling herself up to standing for months already really blows her mind. What a little go-getter I have. Doc wants to see her again in a month to check the fluid in her ears to make sure no ear infection develops. Then she'll see her again at nine months.
I saw her run in her walker today. And she's trying to pull herself up on the furniture. I held her hands and let her walk all over the house today. All she needs is a bit more balance and she's going to take off. At this rate, she may walk before eight months.
I can't believe how fast the time is flying. Six short months ago I had this tiny newborn baby in my arms. I can't believe how quickly they learn and develop. It just amazes me every day I see her do something new.
All in the last week, she mastered sitting, crawling, and holding her bottle all by herself for more than just a minute or two at a time. She crawls over to me when I lay on the floor with her, and she puts her hands on top of me and pushes herself to standing.
When I get home from work these days, I can really see the excitement on her face when she sees me come in the door...eyes so wide and bright, smiling ear to ear, giggling, even jumping up and down sometimes. It brings a tear to my eye every day. And when I pick her up, she grabs my shirt and pulls herself in close and gives me a big hug. She loves her mama.
I hope I never forget the little things, all those special tiny moments she was able to melt my heart. When we would nurse, she would take her little hand and hold my thumb. The night she learned to give raspberries and had me laughing so hard I almost tinkled. The way she insists on stuffing her hand in her mouth after almost every bite of food. As soon as I move the spoon, the hand goes in, and if not she just licks the side of the highchair instead. Strange kid sometimes.
Then there is also the way she would snuggle up to me at night, and the way she falls asleep on me in the rocker before bedtime. I love those moments when she just dozed off and I quietly rock and cuddle her. Her beautiful little head is just close enough for me to kiss it and smell that wonderful baby bath stuff. Sometimes it's a struggle to make myself get up to put her in bed, especially now that she has been sleeping in the crib. I just want to sit and rock her all night long.
And then there's the smiles she gives as soon as she wakes up, either from a nap or in the morning. What a pleasant baby. I know how lucky I am.
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