Ian didn't roll in any way until a day before he turned 7 months. I really was starting to think that his disposition was too laid-back for him to even consider moving anywhere.
Last week, he figured out how to roll to get what he wanted. And hasn't stopped. What's more, he's actually enjoying being on his tummy!
I love progress. And yesterday seemed to be the day for it. Dh told me yesterday that Ian got up onto his knees a little bit. Wahoo!!! And while he and I were playing in his room, he grabbed my fingers and pulled himself up to standing. Yippee!! Then, during dinner, he was able to pick up a puff in his pincer grasp and bring it to his mouth. Woohaa!
Can you tell I'm a proud mama??
It's amazing what an adrenaline rush it is to see your child do something new. Watching his face as it happens is priceless, too.
The one downside to all this progress: he's decided he really doesn't want to nap anymore. We're now lucky if we get 45 minutes in the am and pm. An hour? Better than we could hope for! I hope this is only a very SHORT phase. He's such a grump when he's overtired.
Training update
Thought I'd write about my quest to run a 5k here so that I could make myself accountable and not slack off. Training day #1 was yesterday. I actually went to the gym! I was feeling like crud, battling this cold, exhausted from lack of sleep the night before (dh also has said cold, and was hacking and sniffling all night), but I was a good girl and went anyway. It was actually good. I went 25 minutes of walking and jogging, and although I was sweaty and a little out of breath by the end, I didn't feel like I was going to die! Yay for not dying!!!!
Next training day will probably be tomorrow night after Ian goes to bed. He and I are off to my friend Jill's after I get home from work so that we can meet her new puppy, Sabre. I'm really going to push myself to get to the gym, even though 7pm is usually when I'm ready to cash it in myself. Here goes nothing!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Crawling - the next frontier. Maybe.
He's been sitting on his own since about 4 1/2 months. When you try to sit him down, he insists on standing. He's also doing pretty well just holding onto your fingers when he stands.
Crawling? Who knows.
I guess what he's doing now is pretty normal. He tries to scoot on his butt. Hasn't figured out, though, that you need to actually move your legs along with your butt to get anywhere. He's finally started rolling. It came slowly at first - just barely from back to tummy - that was a month ago. But in the last week he's really caught on, rolling all over the living room. And he's finally pushing up so that his tummy's off the ground.
I should be happy. Instead, I'm still feeling paranoid. I guess it's the worry I still feel because he was born early and so small. I keep worrying that somehow in the whole mess that was my last month of pregnancy, I screwed him up. He stopped getting bigger because of me. He came early because of me. What else did I do to him? This is the conversation I have with myself each time I hear about other babies his age. Those that are already crawling and pulling themselves up on things. Did I do something to keep him from being the same way?
Will I ever get over this feeling of guilt? I hope so. Otherwise, I'll need to get a hobby.
My quest begins Tuesday
So, I've been trying to come up with a way to get my baby weight and then some. I finally came up with a way. There's a 5k race that's been held in my area for many years called The Run for Women. It's a pretty big deal - world class runners make a point to run it every year. So I thought, why don't I?
Starting Tuesday, since that's the first day I can go to the gym because of Jay's schedule, I will start my training. I found a website that had a plan called "From the Couch to the 5k". Sounds good to me!
So, countdown to May 30th. Maybe I'll get a ticker in here or something. As soon as I figure out how to do it.
Cute moment of the day
We attended his friend Chelsea's first birthday party today. As we were leaving, we brought Ian and Chelsea close together to say goodbye. Daniella said to Chelsea, "Give Ian a kiss goodbye!" Before we knew what was happening the two of them put their heads and mouths together in what only can be called a baby kiss. Absolutely adorable! Totally melted my heart.
Crawling? Who knows.
I guess what he's doing now is pretty normal. He tries to scoot on his butt. Hasn't figured out, though, that you need to actually move your legs along with your butt to get anywhere. He's finally started rolling. It came slowly at first - just barely from back to tummy - that was a month ago. But in the last week he's really caught on, rolling all over the living room. And he's finally pushing up so that his tummy's off the ground.
I should be happy. Instead, I'm still feeling paranoid. I guess it's the worry I still feel because he was born early and so small. I keep worrying that somehow in the whole mess that was my last month of pregnancy, I screwed him up. He stopped getting bigger because of me. He came early because of me. What else did I do to him? This is the conversation I have with myself each time I hear about other babies his age. Those that are already crawling and pulling themselves up on things. Did I do something to keep him from being the same way?
Will I ever get over this feeling of guilt? I hope so. Otherwise, I'll need to get a hobby.
My quest begins Tuesday
So, I've been trying to come up with a way to get my baby weight and then some. I finally came up with a way. There's a 5k race that's been held in my area for many years called The Run for Women. It's a pretty big deal - world class runners make a point to run it every year. So I thought, why don't I?
Starting Tuesday, since that's the first day I can go to the gym because of Jay's schedule, I will start my training. I found a website that had a plan called "From the Couch to the 5k". Sounds good to me!
So, countdown to May 30th. Maybe I'll get a ticker in here or something. As soon as I figure out how to do it.
Cute moment of the day
We attended his friend Chelsea's first birthday party today. As we were leaving, we brought Ian and Chelsea close together to say goodbye. Daniella said to Chelsea, "Give Ian a kiss goodbye!" Before we knew what was happening the two of them put their heads and mouths together in what only can be called a baby kiss. Absolutely adorable! Totally melted my heart.
Friday, January 2, 2009
So much...
I look back at my previous posts. So much has changed. Not that I don't believe that THAT me existed, because I do. I definitely do. Sometimes little bits of her show up at the oddest moment.
That's what I started to write 4 months ago. I don't know why I didn't continue. Maybe I was tired, and thought I'd get back to posting later. Maybe Ian needed me for something. Who knows. I do remember what I was feeling at that moment, though. I felt like I was finally coming into my own as a mother.
Up until that point, I felt like I was flailing around, taking a stab at motherhood. Was I doing it right? Was I completely screwing up? Have I totally maimed Ian's psyche forever? Am I what Freud was talking about when all things relate back to your relationship with your mother? And then there was the endless weeping I did on Jay's shoulder every night. The fact that we're still married is a testament to that man's love and devotion to me.
Somehow, by the end of summer, I didn't feel so scared anymore. Amazingly enough, it took a weekend at my parents' to help me see what I needed to do. Don't know why - maybe it was the reassurance that I didn't have to be so serious about every little thing Ian was or was not doing. Being able to just enjoy him for who he was allowed me to let go and just let instinct take over.
And after that, I could see all the wonderful things Ian was discovering and doing. Granted, I still think there are times when Ian hates me, but that probably has more to do with his stubborn streak starting to come out and not anything I'm doing.
So much has changed.
That's what I started to write 4 months ago. I don't know why I didn't continue. Maybe I was tired, and thought I'd get back to posting later. Maybe Ian needed me for something. Who knows. I do remember what I was feeling at that moment, though. I felt like I was finally coming into my own as a mother.
Up until that point, I felt like I was flailing around, taking a stab at motherhood. Was I doing it right? Was I completely screwing up? Have I totally maimed Ian's psyche forever? Am I what Freud was talking about when all things relate back to your relationship with your mother? And then there was the endless weeping I did on Jay's shoulder every night. The fact that we're still married is a testament to that man's love and devotion to me.
Somehow, by the end of summer, I didn't feel so scared anymore. Amazingly enough, it took a weekend at my parents' to help me see what I needed to do. Don't know why - maybe it was the reassurance that I didn't have to be so serious about every little thing Ian was or was not doing. Being able to just enjoy him for who he was allowed me to let go and just let instinct take over.
And after that, I could see all the wonderful things Ian was discovering and doing. Granted, I still think there are times when Ian hates me, but that probably has more to do with his stubborn streak starting to come out and not anything I'm doing.
So much has changed.
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