It’s now been four months since Elijah arrived. That’s sixteen weeks, a hundred and twelve days or two thousand six hundred and eighty eight hours. You might imagine in that time, I’d become a skilled parent, able to cater for my child’s every need at any given moment. Sadly, you’d be mistaken. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve learned a lot in a relatively short period, but I feel like I’ve googled ‘understanding a baby’ and only read the first page of results and there’s still ten billion other pages to read! Even things I thought I’d mastered, like putting on a nappy, have become tricky. This is mainly due to the little man becoming more active as he gets older. Whenever I want to put a nappy on him he has this habit of straightening his legs out like he’s been tasered. Either that or he wriggles around so much I can’t get his bum in the middle of the nappy and nobody wants a ‘messy incident’. I’m positive he knows what he’s doing too, but maybe I’m reading too much into the cheeky look in his eye and the huge smile on his face.
Since my last blog post, Elijah has begun teething, something I had recently read about and understood it may change his sleeping patterns and appetite. It turns out it also gave him the opportunity to introduce me to his two favourite new games, blowing raspberries and dribbling. They were really cute at first, but now not so much. Now I don’t mind a bit of dribbling, after a heavy night out, I’ve been known to dribble a bit myself, but I have no idea how Elijah manages to not dehydrate considering the amount of saliva that comes out of his mouth. Seriously, we’re going through a significant number of bibs and should we ever forget to put one on, his clothes are sodden within minutes. There was me foolishly thinking I only had to worry about a baby being wet at the bottom end…clearly not! As for the raspberry blowing; I realise the vibration feels good on their teething gums and it was really funny the first hundred times he did it, but combined with the dribbling, things just get very messy. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve had an unplanned facial wash from my son, who has the uncanny ability to aim his raspberry-powered dribble with pin point accuracy.
Angellica and I have just started having conversations about weaning Elijah at this four month stage. I know there’s a lot of debate about whether it’s the right thing to do or not, but one thing we’ve learned is all babies are different. I know the World Health Organisation recommend you wait until they’re six months old, as their digestive system will be better able to deal with the different foods and you reduce the risk of allergies, but I think you have to let your baby lead your decision. If Elijah starts paying attention to the food we’re eating and can sit up straight and hold his head up, I think we’ll begin weaning him. At the moment he cannot sit up on his own, so we’ll have to wait a bit longer before getting started. I’ll let you know how we get on in next month’s blog…if we’ve started by then.
As he’s growing so quickly, I had to get an extension for Elijah’s crib last week. I remember, just a few months ago, he looked so tiny sleeping in it, but it got to the stage when he could touch each end at full stretch and kept waking himself up. We still have him in our room at the moment and we’re putting off moving him into the nursery. Once he’s had his next set of jabs and we’re happy he hasn’t reacted badly to them, we may make the decision to move him then. That being said, I really like having him near us. There are many people who believe you shouldn’t let a baby sleep in your room for too long; otherwise they won’t settle when you do eventually move them out. I totally understand the theory behind this, but Elijah has no problem falling asleep without us in the room. Hopefully this will mean he won’t have any trouble sleeping on his own when he does eventually move into his nursery.
Finally, I wanted to update you on the routine we put in place a couple of months ago. On the whole, he’s been fairly consistent, sleeping for around eight hours from his 7pm bedtime. Since he’s been teething though, things have gone a bit awry and he occasionally wakes up at around 11.30pm and then again at 2am. This has only been for a few days though, so I’m hoping he’ll soon get back into the routine. Last night was perfect. He was in bed by 7pm and slept through to 3.30am. A quick feed and back in bed by 4am. He then slept through to 7.30am. I have no doubt that when he starts on solids we will be able to get him to sleep for twelve hours…at least that’s what I like to think!