Anne TootillTo Be or Not to Be a Mother -Part Two
November 3rd 2006 16:05
Happy birthday to Josh, happy birthday to Josh…My son is three months old today and the pediatrician says he’s doing great. As a matter of fact he’s grown from the 5th percentile weight and 50th percentile height to the 90th in both. He’s big but perfectly proportioned, according to the doctor. And with all the babies he’s seen since he was my pediatrician he should know. The doc thinks that if he were born on time instead of 5 weeks premature he probably would’ve been a big baby. But since he was born early he didn’t have enough time to gain the weight he should’ve so he was long and skinny. We called him the elephant man because of all the hanging skin. No more elephant man for Josh. He was long and chubby and of course adorable. Even if I am the mom.
Now here’s the best part. Last night I put Josh down as at his usual bedtime of 7 P.M. figuring he’d be up in four hours, but when 11 P.M. came he was still sound asleep. Thinking the only thing that seemed reasonable...that he was dead, I put my hand on his chest to see if it was rising and falling. Yup. Still not convinced I put my ear to his mouth and I not only heard the tiny breaths but I felt them. Nervous but tired I went to sleep myself.
Something amazing happened that night. I slept. And at 7 A.M. I awakened to Josh’s cries. He slept for twelve full hours and most importantly he woke up. Heavy sigh. It was then that I realized that not only had he slept the entire night without waking, he was also drinking four ounces at a clip and he’d been doing that for the past week. And he was eating quickly.
I was so proud and so relieved. First the swing. Then the eating. Then the weight gain. And now the sleeping through the night. I didn’t need anymore proof. Yes, there is a God. It’s a motherhood life for me.
]
Now here’s the best part. Last night I put Josh down as at his usual bedtime of 7 P.M. figuring he’d be up in four hours, but when 11 P.M. came he was still sound asleep. Thinking the only thing that seemed reasonable...that he was dead, I put my hand on his chest to see if it was rising and falling. Yup. Still not convinced I put my ear to his mouth and I not only heard the tiny breaths but I felt them. Nervous but tired I went to sleep myself.
Something amazing happened that night. I slept. And at 7 A.M. I awakened to Josh’s cries. He slept for twelve full hours and most importantly he woke up. Heavy sigh. It was then that I realized that not only had he slept the entire night without waking, he was also drinking four ounces at a clip and he’d been doing that for the past week. And he was eating quickly.
I was so proud and so relieved. First the swing. Then the eating. Then the weight gain. And now the sleeping through the night. I didn’t need anymore proof. Yes, there is a God. It’s a motherhood life for me.
]
| 38 |
| Vote |
Subscribe to this blog
Comment by Chantal