Reece turned two months old about a week ago. He has been doing very well.
He’s drinking between 6-7 bottles a day. He usually has about 180-260ml per bottle. Sometimes less. He averages just over a litre of formula per day.
About a week ago he started social smiling. It’s still sporadic and it feels like it takes a huge effort to get him to smile. I am really bad with comparing him with Scarlett. Scarlett was smiling consistently at 6 and a half weeks. He was 8 weeks old before his first purposeful smile even appeared! And now we get maybe 5 per day? It improves every day so that’s good.
He’s not really chatting yet. He makes the occasional noise, and of course he sometimes cries and he grunts a lot! But no cooing that I’ve noticed.
He’s sleeping well. Usually he will have a bottle at about 10pm and then sleep through until 4:30. Can’t complain about that. Usually he will stay awake for a while after his 4:30am feed but then go back to sleep after about an hour.
Naps aren’t bad. He usually gets tired about 45 minutes after his bottle then will sleep for a few hours.
He got weighed today, he’s 7.14kg and 62cm tall. They still think he’s gaining too much weight but what can I do? His thyroid has been tested and is fine… so there is literally nothing that can be done to reduce his weight gain. We are just keeping an eye on it for now.
I’ve also noticed over the last month that Reece is getting a flat spot on the side of his head. His right side. The nurse confirmed this today and said that if he still has it at the 4 month check, or if it hasn’t gone away OR has gotten worse, then we will need a referral to a paediatric physio. He may need a helmet, which I really hope isn’t the case. If he does, he will need to wear it 23 hours a day for 2-6 months. It’s just such a big thing.
She recommended lots of tummy time while he’s awake. Also getting him to put his head on the other side while sleeping since he favours his right side. He can move his head, he just chooses not to. So we will flip him in the bed. He favours his right side because he is looking at me on his right. If I flip him so his feet are facing the headboard (rotate him 180 degrees) he will then be looking at me on his left side, which will take the pressure off his right side. I’m going to try this for 2 weeks and see if it helps. If it does, I’m going to switch him every night between his right and left side (because we don’t want to clear up the flat spot on one side only to get one on the other side!).
For naps in his bassinet, she suggested rolling up a towel and putting it under his right side so that he is tilted towards his left side.
Let’s cross our fingers that this works!!
Otherwise he is growing well and doing well in general. Scarlett is doing really well too. She’s talking more every day and getting even more clever. She counts from 1-20 (although ALWAYS misses the number 7 😂), she sings constantly, builds towers and is getting so creative.
She is loving Christmas. We are visiting Santa this weekend and I suspect there will be tears 😂😂
I am doing better. I’m still not feeling like myself but I’m doing sooooo much better than I was. I don’t have any anxiety for no reason and i couldn’t even tell you when the last time I cried was.
I still don’t feel like myself because I still feel agitated sometimes. Like my fuse is shorter. I feel like my patience is much lower than it was and I don’t have the capacity to deal with things like i used to. I also sometimes just feel, disconnected? Not sad or down per say, just not content or happy. But those moments aren’t always. Usually once per day, sometimes more, sometimes less. I’m still scared to be alone with him but the concept isn’t quite as daunting as it was previously.
I still have small anxiety when Reece cries, but I can’t even tell you how much more I’m able to do with him. The other day I did EVERYTHING for him. The whole day. All his bottles. All his changes. I held him and played with him. Spoke to him and he smiled at me a few times. It was a good day.
I’m also better at handling stressful situations. Take today for example. Mum and I needed to go and get some things at a few different hardware stores. We had to coordinate it around my mums school/kinder pickups which meant we had to leave at 8am. Scarlett and Reece had a rough night last night. Scarlett is sick so she would wake up and cry which woke him up. Of course she would go back to sleep but then he was fussy. Then I would just get him to sleep and she would wake up again.
So I was going on only a few hours of very broken sleep. I was exhausted and did not want to get out of bed when the alarm went off, especially since it had only been 1 and a half hours since Reece had woken for a bottle.
But I got up and got ready. We went out and everything went wrong. The first store didn’t have anything we wanted. The second one had one thing but had to order the other thing. The third one told us on the phone they had the second item we wanted and when we got there they had put aside the wrong thing and the tool sold while we were on our way there.
It was stinking hot! 35 degrees and the car was boiling. Reece is so good in the car but he hates the hot weather, especially in the car seat, so the poor thing was upset and sweating.
Scarlett is sick so need I say more?
Scarlett also decided it would be funny to run off in the hardware store and hide in a shelf. Of course me screaming for her was not only embarrassing, but totally scary because I couldn’t find her. It took a complete stranger to tell me where she had hidden so I could find her. 😳
Then we finally got home. We had an hour before we needed to be out again. We get Reece out of the car and I’m carrying him up the stairs into the house and bam. He projectile vomits everywhere. It was literally everywhere. My full arm was covered, his clothes were soaked, my feet were saturated, he even had it pooling in his ear.
Instead of freaking out, I went into fix it mode. I got a blanket, placed him on the floor. Went and washed my arm and feet while running a bath for him. I got him fresh clothes and a towel and then undressed him. Bathed him. Dressed him. Then fed him. And I did this without even thinking about it.
It wasn’t until we had left again that I was like ‘holy shit, I just did all that without any anxiety, overwhelming feelings or a meltdown! Yay me!’.
So things are good and getting better. My next appointment with the psychiatrist is this Thursday.
I see my psychologist Wednesday.
I see my acupuncturist Friday.
I see my masseuse Saturday.
I’m doing workouts. I’m eating healthier. I’m taking my medication and my vitamins/supplements. And I’m getting better.
Thank the universe.