5 months old, and the best laid plans…

Our little boy is five months old today.

5 months old

 

I think that face says it all. “All”, of course, being “Yes, I’m totally cute. Mommy, why do you have that thing in my face? Can I eat it?” Makes me not want to go to work in the morning…

This weekend, we went with Brian’s family to do family portraits. They haven’t had a portrait done together since 2006 (which, incidentally, was the year that the siblings went in on a picture of themselves for their parents as well), and a lot of things have changed since then. Everyone is older, of course; all three siblings are married or committed; and then there’s Arthur!

In order to make portraits more successful than our 3-month visit, we planned ahead. We got to the mall at 11:45 and bought lunch. Arthur woke up in his stroller at noon, at which point I fixed him a 4-ounce bottle. It was enough to make him happy, and we were far enough ahead of our 1:00 pm appointment that he would have plenty of time to eat and digest so we could avoid spit-up. Plus, we figured, by the time he’s ready for his next bottle we would be comfortably resting at my in-laws’ house waiting for early Thanksgiving dinner.

You know what they say about the best-laid plans…

We walked into the portrait studio at 12:40, and within the next five minutes the rest of the family had arrived. We checked in – “Oh, we’re running about 25-30 minutes behind so we’ll get to you as soon as we can.” This wasn’t a horrible setback, until 25 minutes stretched into 35 and people who had seemingly just arrived were taken in before us. (In reality, many families decided to stroll through the store after checking in to avoid the inevitable meltdowns of tired and impatient children.) Arthur started rubbing his eyes and giving us his sleepy face, so Brian hitched him up and started walking as well. Within a few minutes Arthur was passed out.

Of course, that was the moment that they came out and said “We’re ready for you!”

Sadly for the story, but quite fortunately for us, Arthur is a champ. We did a few “couple” shots first, and by the time we were ready to include Arthur in the photos he was awake and bright-eyed. He even smiled through most of the pictures, and we ended up with a couple of gems.

All in all, it was a good day – but I dread thinking of how we’ll prepare for his 6-month portraits…

 

23 weeks: daycare, or not

I can’t believe we’re already looking ahead to August, when my maternity leave is over and we have to figure out who will care for Arthur when we’re gone. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, we have it mostly decided. I’ve mentioned before how blessed we are to have such a strong support system in our parents and other family members; in fact, my own Grammy stepped up and has volunteered to watch the kid on Mondays and Fridays, plus the Wednesdays that Brian has to work. With Brian being home 2/3 Wednesdays, that just leaves Tuesdays and Thursdays.

On that note, we set up our first daycare visit for Wednesday afternoon. It was a wonderful visit: the facility is bright and clean and the teachers were engaging and friendly. All of the infants seemed happy and well-adjusted (except the hungry ones, but that’s to be expected), and the older children we passed on the tour were equally happy and well-behaved. We like their philosophy of child development, the steps they take to ensure the safety and security of all of the children, and the detailed daily reporting they have to chronicle each child’s progress.

It would be a dream…except A) they don’t provide part-time care; and B) full-time care is way out of our budget.

So we’re playing around with Plan B, in which we sacrifice a slightly smaller portion of our income in favor of letting Mommy stay home two days a week with Arthur. Nothing has been decided (of course I need to work things out with my office), but when we consider all of our options and the effects on both our budget and our peace of mind it seems that this may be the greatest blessing in disguise yet. We’ll have several more discussions with one another and with the other pertinent parties before we make a final decision, but it’s nice to even be able to consider this as an option.

Onward and forward – next week, the glucose challenge!

 

Looking for – and finding – a doctor!

Wow, that was easy.

I’ve been researching pediatricians and other options for care providers for Arthur’s arrival. Frankly, the more I read the more concerned I am about visiting a pediatrician who isn’t at least open to discussing a modified vaccination schedule or other “natural” care options for him, and I’ve had daymares about screaming matches in the exam room. (The horror stories I’ve read are worse in scale, but do nothing to make me feel better.) Several posts I read suggested searching for a family care physician, preferably a DO, who takes newborns.

Well fancy that – see a DO. And I love him. When it comes to medical professionals I have a hard time thinking of anyone I would trust more with our son than the doctor I trust with my own care. Our family has visited the practice for 43 years – my doctor’s dad actually saw me as a newborn – so there’s a lot of good history there.

And, they still take newborns!

That’s a massive weight off of my chest. With all of the other things to consider when preparing for baby to arrive, I’m glad this was as quick and painless as it was!

At 20 weeks and 2 days we also have nursery furniture (in the nursery, no less!), Arthur’s first big noisy toy (thanks Vera!), and our monthly appointment tomorrow afternoon. Onward and forward! The third trimester is creeping up…