Six Months!

It goes by oh so quickly.  There are moments when I forget what it was like to not have Little Man in my life, but then I think about last year at this time and I was only just in my second trimester and still didn't look pregnant and hadn't felt the baby move yet. Then in late March, my gut feeling of "it's a boy" was confirmed and both myself and Dude began to feel Little Man's kicks.  And the hiccups... oh, boy, did he get those all the time.  And, actually, he got the hiccups a LOT the first few months.

The newborn stage is so fleeting.  And my baby was so big—9 lbs at birth—so I didn't really get that tiny newborn that I was afraid of dropping.  I feel somewhat melancholy in part because of the fact that Little Man is an only child.  I won't have this again.  I don't really want to go through the sleep deprivation a second time, to be honest. I don't know if it's age talking—I'll soon be 40!—or something else. But that part was hard to get through and I'm so grateful that Little Man generally will sleep. The nights he doesn't, really sucks.

So half a year later, my darling boy is rolling over, sitting up and reaching out to be held.  While I do miss seeing his sweet keppie, I know his helmet is doing its job in reshaping his head. I can handle two more months for a lifetime of results. Though I DO take it off for photographs. I take one every month using these stickers I bought from Picky Sticky. Here is my happy boy at six months—on Valentine's Day.



He's a big boy, my Little Man.   He weighed 20 lb 12 oz (95th percentile) and was 27-1/2 inches long (80th).  And thanks to the helmet, his head went from the 30th percentile to the 50th! He's happy and healthy (poo-poo) and I look forward to the next six months.