Can it really be six months since I felt that weird little trickle and leaked all over the bathroom floor? Six months since I had a full night’s sleep? Since I met this gorgeous little boy and thought, who are you? Next week really does mark six months since the Dude’s arrival (although he was technically here before, making his presence and personality known by kicking the hell out of me and hiccuping at every chance). He still kicks a lot but hiccups a normal amount these days. He says words, although they’re not in English I don’t think. So far, his favourite words are ‘ngeng’ and ‘geh’. I think ngeng means ‘I want stuff’ and geh means ‘so, what’s happening?’ He has recently taken to whacking himself over and over, especially when stimulated or excited. He rolls both ways quite easily, although I don’t think he realises yet that he is actually able to roll whenever he likes, so he still gets frustrated on his tummy and I have to turn him over. When on his tummy he is gathering his legs under him and sticking his bum in the air, gripping onto the floor with his toes, all obviously in the lead up to crawling. He’s been growing like crazy and it well and truly right at the top of the scale in terms of length, weight and head circumference. We weighed him at about 5 months and he was 8.9kg! That’s heavier than my friend’s 8 month old… yeah.
The eczema has been interesting. I’m pretty sure my eating dairy aggravates it, especially things like milk and cheese and icecream. So I’ve been trying to stick to the dairy-free diet, which isn’t that difficult, although my constant need to eat junk doesn’t help. I notice if I eat any dairy (apart from good yoghurt) the Dude will sometimes throw up a bit after a feed or sometimes even between feeds, so I’m sure it makes him a bit refluxy. The eczema has changed and I think gotten a little worse but is really plateauing at the moment, with a big concentration round his neck and under his chin, and some on his wrists and ankles that’s nowhere near as bad. Sometimes it appears on his tummy and in his belly button, but just as red patches, not really dry or scaly. I’ve tried a variety of things, from Hope’s Relief cream which is nice and natural but not as effective as I expected, to coconut oil which is a decent moisturiser but really doesn’t last too long. Recently I put some paw paw ointment on which has been awesome, although not necessarily good to get rid of any itch. Some nights he just wakes every couple of hours and feeds feverishly and scratches his chest and neck constantly, sometimes until he gets frustrated and cries, and other times I hold his hands and stop him working himself up into a scratching frenzy.
We are still co-sleeping, which, to be honest, isn’t the greatest thing in the world. I would never want him in a bed in another room, don’t get me wrong, and it’s great knowing he’s right there and safe next to me, but our bed isn’t really big enough even though it’s a queen size, as he rolls to get the boobie and ends up taking up a third of it to himself. And he kicks me in the stomach, wriggling and writhing, grabbing my top, pushing the boob away when he actually wants it. He’s no good at getting it for himself really. And he wakes so easily when we stir, it’s quite frustrating. There are only rare times when he’s really deeply asleep and won’t stir. His cot is side-carted alongside but he has never slept in it. It’s just not logistically possible to get him to sleep in it, I’d end up being up all night and he wouldn’t get enough sleep. He so very rarely falls asleep in my arms these days, and it’s usually only because he’s exhausted. Even then, if I dare to move he wakes, it’s as simple as that. I don’t think I’ve ever successfully put him down to sleep. Actually I think that’s not true, I’ve done it, but it was before he was 8 weeks old, before he’d sleep through the night, when I couldn’t feed him lying down. I don’t miss those nights!
Breastfeeding is still going well. He is obviously thriving on my milk, of which there continues to be an abundance, and he feeds to sleep every night and some naps, unless I put him to sleep on me in the ergo which means standing almost permanently. And now he’s about 9kg he gets heavy! I can’t say I enjoy breastfeeding any more than I did to begin with, it is what it is, just part of the process and I’m glad it’s so straight forward for me (relatively speaking) and will do it until he seems like he doesn’t need it any more. Just quietly, I hope that’s sooner rather than later!
The biggest milestone of late is the arrival of teeth! Two of them in fact, about a week ago, one poking through one day and the second the next, at the bottom. They are very sharp! His teething symptoms have gone down a bit I guess, he certainly doesn’t have the one red cheek any more, but he is still irritable much of the time. Some days he’s okay, others he just has bad days and I can’t really work out why. He is just really nervy and full on and demanding but doesn’t really know what he wants. Like his dad! Infuriating sometimes! I was reading SouleMama’s blog just this morning and she wrote about her littlest one who is a few days younger than the Dude – oh how different! I’m kind of jealous actually, as he little one will suck her thumb and put herself to sleep on the couch with all sorts of noise going on around her! Oh what joy that would be! Currently I’m listening to the Dude getting louder and louder in his cot… the mobile (second one we’ve bought) just doesn’t cut it, and he soon gets bored and angry. He is interested in dummies but won’t really just lie there and suck it, he has to hold it and then he pulls it out of his mouth, examines it, then puts it in sideways and chews on the plastic, then gets sick of it and throws it away. So still a no go. Speaking of which, I better go and get him before he gets too upset. He’s already had a two hour sleep this morning and it’s only midday but apparently that wasn’t sufficient!! Ho hum…