My Little Bird is four months old!
This brought on the dreaded wellness checkup — round two of shots — where, as Jordan has so well put, “A wave of anger crests somewhere inside of me and, despite the fact that he needs the immunization, and that the medical staff does an excellent job of administering them, I always have hostility towards them for upsetting my kid.” Bingo.
But he handled it like a pro. The nurse was so quick — by the time he was wincing from the first poke, she was done with the fourth shot. His poor little chunky cha-chas.
The doctor said:
He’s beautiful (duh).
His lungs sound great, despite his cold.
His head is a tinsy bit flat. Hell, the kid has been sleeping 8+ hours a night since before two months old. The solution? More tummy-time, which Little hates passionately.
And here’s the BIG news! Ready???
First of all…
He’s bumped himself from the 4% to the 10% in weight! Woo! We’ve got a bruiser on our hands!
And then, in other great big news, he got the all-clear to start guzzling more than milk. The doctor recommended baby-led weaning once Bird’s 6 months, which I agreed sounds like a good idea (any experience out there?), but she also said in the mean-time to go wild with my dream of cookin’ up some baby delicacies for Carter.
At any rate, we’ve wasted no time at all! Tonight’s dinner had a scoop of rice cereal, and I’m currently browsing baby food cook books for the perfect first time recipe. I think I’ve decided on simple mashed avocado, sweetened with some orange juice. This seems delicious and safe. (Doctor said that everything but honey is ok — to just go for it, and that research supports less food allergies occur when you dive in. This offends my precious sensibilities, but I’m trying to absorb this shock).