7 Months Old – I Blinked And It’s October

My little guy turned 7 months old just a few weeks ago. March 1st seems like yesterday and suddenly my Nathan is 7 months old! He’s the second baby, so it all seems to go much faster this time around. And he also seems to be growing and hitting milestones at a faster pace than his older brother. He amazes us every day.

A few milestones:

We have teeth! Just before his 7 month birthday his bottom two teeth arrived and boy did he let us know. It shocked the hell out of me when I first saw them since I wasn’t expecting them this early (his older brother didn’t have any teeth until his 1st birthday). Within this past week, his top teeth just started popping through. He has not been the happiest guy lately obviously because of it. Teething sucks.

On the mobility front, he crawls and cruises! Nathan started the army crawl back at 5 1/2 months and there has been no stopping him since. This week he has mastered the “normal” crawl on all fours. And now, he’s pulling himself up on EVERYTHING and cruising! At 7 months?? I was not quite ready for it this early. He will be walking by Christmas. Lord help me.

Nathan is my emotional little man where he seems exist one one of two extremes, super happy and super pissed off.  When he is happy, he has the brightest smile and the loudest, cutest belly laugh.  He loves to be tickled, to crawl around cruise and play with his favorite person in the world, his big brother. He laughs and smiles all the while. But oh the woe when he is unhappy. When he screams cries, it is is with force and volume. He is a sensitive little one. Bump his head with as much as a feather, and oh the drama! And don’t you dare take away from him that cool trinket he is not supposed to have (you know, tiny little choking hazards big brother seems to leave everywhere). And don’t, by any means, put him down to sleep. Just don’t even think about it.

Likes:

  • Oatmeal mixed with bananas, apples, pears, or any other fruit
  • Sweet potatoes
  • His big brother
  • Toy laptop that plays music
  • Remote controls and phones to play with
  • Chewing on fingers
  • Standing up

Dislikes:

  • Sleeping in crib
  • Napping for more than 20 minutes
  • Sleeping alone
  • Falling down
  • Being penned-in in the crib pack ‘n play or “baby jail”
  • Teething

Desperatley Seeking A Nap

I’m desperate for a nap. Not for myself. (ME getting a nap? puuleeze!)

He is just 7 months old now and is just not a good sleeper in general. Bedtime is one thing. He does not go down at night by himself and I’m cosleeping at the moment so we all can at least get some rest at night (self preservation). But during the day, Right now, I would give anything for him to nap. By himself. More than the 10-20 minute stretches he seems to give me. And usually that is while either being held or being worn. This is just some of the “high needs” traits he possesses.

When I say desperate, I mean that I’d gotten to the point the other day of having to put my baby down (screaming of course) and walk away until I could compose myself after bawling my eyes out. I NEED him to nap. For many reasons.

People in my life say they wonder how I get anything done. I wonder the same thing myself. I would give ANYTHING for at least 45 minutes of nap time for him. Please.

I Have a High Maintenance Baby?

Can I have a dozen of these pacifiers please? Oh wait. Nevermind.

My lovely second child is such a sweet and cuddly baby. But he is a cuddly baby that is not easily soothed it seems, except by mommy. For these first few months of his life, I thought nothing of it. He is with me all the time. We are still nursing. No big deal. That is, until he is watched by someone else when I have an appointment to go to or a rare date night with the husband. Mommy seems to be his favorite pacifier, and the only person who he will lay down and sleep with.

Two weeks ago, I thought we had finally found a pacifier that he would take (other than mommy), and willingly. I have no idea where this one came from and I only had the one. (I researched online and found out it is a Tommee Tippee brand) So then I am like, “quick, let’s go out and find them and buy a dozen!” I was about to do a new post about the wonders of this little pacifier. Thank goodness I didn’t. A few days after I went out and bought a few more of them to keep on hand, he acted as if I was trying to put acid in his mouth with this pacifier. Scratch that.

So now I guess I have a “high maintenance” baby, or so I have been told. I’m on the fence though. Sure, he has days that he just wants to be held all the time. And some days he does not want to sleep unless he is being held. But I have found ways to manage here at home. I can usually get him to sleep in his swing or bouncy, but I know our days are numbered with those since he is growing fast. But I cannot seem to get him to sleep in his crib or bassinet or any other flat surface. And sleeping at night by himself (meaning, without cosleeping)? Forget about it.

Part of me wonders if some of this is really a problem though? He is just now only 5 months old. I am still nursing him, albiet part-time, but I have made it much longer with this baby than I did with my first son. He likes nursing for comfort at times and I let him. I never considered myself a full-on “attachment parent”. Cosleeping wasn’t my ideal plan at first, but my god, without it I would get zero hours of sleep at night. He likes to be held a lot, and to compensate and allow me to get anything done, I wear him in my wrap or Ergo carrier. I just do what I can. But because no one else can seem to figure out how to soothe him, does that make him a high maintenance baby? Or just a normal baby who prefers mommy?

I do want the sleep thing to change. I am hoping that he will possibly grow out of some of this. But sometimes I am made to feel that I am doing something wrong. It’s the tsk tsk or disapproving looks I get about cosleeping. The frustration I hear from others who can’t seem to calm my baby and get him to sleep without me.

Oh well. I will keep trying in vain to get him to take that damn pacifier again. He liked it one day, maybe he’ll like it again.