12 Weeks, but not 3 Months...

This past Tuesday was Joseph's 12 week mark. Officially, though, he won't be "3 months" until November 1, which is next week. Somewhere in August or September there was an extra week that has thrown him off. Developmentally, then, he'll be about 1 1/2 weeks ahead of his age, because of this. Along the same lines (sigh), this is the last post to count his age in weeks. I'll be counting his age by months (or half months), based on his birthday. For some reason, this makes me sad (albeit my own doing).

So far, the past two weeks have been my best with Joseph. He no longer fits into the newborn description of a "little blob". He's doing all sorts of things that make him look much more like a thriving infant. He plays (really plays!) with toys now. Just look at the encounter he had with a new toy (a toy ostrich). It was hilarious to watch take place. He is interacting, investigating and getting to the point where chewing everything is his new mission.

He hasn't rolled over yet. Babies are odd, sometimes. After two weekends ago, when he was kicking himself half-way over, he simply stopped. No more kicking. Not even a lot of scooting. Just stopped. Maybe all of his energy (phsyical and mental) was diverted to his language and motor skills.

I would say he's almost in the category of his mama - that of "blabbermouth". But it's much cuter on him. ;) He's most talkative right after nursing, when I'm changing his diaper or clothes and talking with him. It seems he's starting to get the gist of conversation. Well, at least the basics of "you talk, I talk, you talk, I talk". Although he does interrupt me sometimes. :) It's so cute to hear him coo and gurgle (and however else you classify baby talk). I've giggled more in the last two weeks than I have since he was born. You can't help yourself!

Yesterday, Aaron wanted me to listen to this fall's edition of St. Anne's Public House, a radio show that is published by Christ Church in Spokane, Washington. The topic was Fatherhood. The host opened the show by telling us about his 6th child, who was only "six breakfasts old". He loves babies. He said that babies are God's dessert for us. The rest of the courses may be delicious and good, but nothing is as sweet as infancy. At this point, I can see what he means. It is a delight to be with Joseph, and I certainly delight in him.

Eleven Weeks

On Tuesday, Baby Joseph celebrated 11 weeks of existence outside mommy's womb. I would say he's doing quite well. (I don't even know if he remembers how much he misses it.)

We were all excited to visit Aaron's family this past weekend. Jared and Joseph met for the first time, and all sorts of family members got to see their nephew or cousin. It was fun. Just like any trip, though, it interfered with Joseph's normal routine, and on Monday that poor guy was the best behaved, most calm he'd ever been. An unexpected response to a trip; but I think he was just so glad to be home, in his own crib, with his own smells and sounds, and his own schedule. He slept nearly 2 hours every nap that day, and ate happily away, chattering when he was awake. I'll take that kind of response any time. :)

The two biggest updates about Joseph concern his motor skills. The boy is about to flip over! I have walked in to check on him several times the last week or so and he's using his leg to kick and then push, and then ever-so-precariously he pushes himself on his side! He doesn't know yet that to complete the roll-over he has to push with hands at the same time. I hope he does it soon! How fun it will be to see him to do something so big.

Also, he can now reach up and grab a hand in front of him (or a face). It melts my heart. He is so focused, just struggling to make that arm go up (which is nearly always his left, by the way). And then, touch, grasp and hold on. He loves touching mommy's face or holding onto someone's hand or fingers. :)

In other news, I think I can say that he is over his funk/stomach flu thing. He's back to happy, hungry, bm-every-3-days Joseph. The only pickle is that while he wasn't feeling well last week he ate considerably less and my milk adjusted. Now that he's himself again, he's hungry! So there has been some frustration this week trying to increase the milk supply again. Poor guy. Babies always have something to deal with. No wonder they cry.

Very directly related to Joseph's well-being, Mama is currently doing well also. After such a topsy-turvy weekend of travel (and a trying ride back to Norman), and a busy week of getting back into the swing of things, and dealing with the current bane of my existence (Blue Cross Blue Shield of OK), and biting off more than I can chew (grocery shopping during the day; baking bread; oragnizing winter/summer clothes; etc.), I was not myself yesterday. Aaron kept asking if I was alright. I was, as far as I knew. But I just felt sort of fuzzy in the head. Not all there. It dawned on me that I felt like I used to feel right after taking a final exam, having pulled an all-nighter of studying and coffee. You've reached the end. You need to sleep or eat. Or think about something else. But your brain won't stop buzzing with information.

So I went to Border's. I got a nice, hot beverage, relaxed in a big chair and flipped through an Oklahoma Gardening Guide. I could almost feel my brain putting itself back together again. Aaron is quite possibly THE best husband in the world. Who else, at age 23, understands motherhood, marriage, women and children enough to know to send his wife to read and drink coffee? I love him so very much.

I don't know

There, I can say it. Is that what parenthood teaches you? Is that why God happens to send small, crying creatures with the command to raise them up in His honor to us, young, fiesty, know-it-alls? Well, I think it's working. Because I say it all the time - with much more humility than the time before it.

The last week and half Joseph's been crazy! Whatever "pattern" I think I come upon dissipates in a day or so, leaving me searching desperately for a new one. I don't mind, though. Really...I'm learning to be happy with the fact that not only is he growing, wetting diapers, having bowel movements, interacting with mama and daddy, AND sleeping 12 hours through the night (big consolation) - I'm learning to trust God to give me grace.

Aaron and I have been wondering if something is wrong with Joseph. He's into this funk of being fussy at the end of feedings, going down for his nap and waking up after only 45 minutes of sleeping. Is he okay? I don't know (there it is again). We think his tummy is upset (his bowel movements have been strange). We started giving him gripe water last night. It seemed to help! He slept all the way through his morning nap earlier. But, you know, I'll keep watching. If anything very weird or alarming develops, I'll take greater measures. For now, I'll keep in mind what advice has been given to me by (now) a nurse, doctor, young mom and older mom: babies do weird things. :)

At his 2 month check up last week, Joseph weighed in at 11 pounds, 12 ounces. His head circumference was 15 1/2 inches, his lenth 22 3/4 inches. Apparently, Joseph is a perfectly "average" baby. :) And so is his personality. Neither passive nor aggressive, he doesn't hold back the wails when he's unhappy, but is so easily content that he's not inclined very often to go the trouble of crying. He reminds me so much of Aaron. I'll have to ask Ann this weekend how he was when he was a baby. :)

Oh, so you've probably figured out that Aaron and I decided to go to a pediatrician. That may be a given for many people, but we weren't sure. We don't like the idea of going to hospitals or doctors of any kind unless we're sick. We also don't like the idea of doctors telling us if our baby is healthy. We're also unsure of how we feel about immunizations and antibiotics (risks vs. benefits and such), so going to a doctor would make us a red-flag family if we refuse them. (And we don't take lightly the awful organization known as DHHS, that claims to have the right to tell you how to raise your children.) Anyway, we'd also be red-flagged if Joseph ended up needing to go the emergency room and was not in relationship with a pediatrician.

But the good outweighs the bad, in our mind. Afterall, even though we care little about how Joseph compares to other babies, Dr. Wilson (who is great, by the way) knows very well the norms for healthy infants and children. We don't (there it is, again). It's comforting to have Dr. Wilson tell me things are "okay", when I'm a worrier. And it's also nice to have a doctor who already knows Joseph's history, just in case Joseph does get sick and needs medical attention. And we have insurance now. That helps. :)

But back to Joseph. His mind is developing in a tremendous way. He not only locates objects of interest, but they're becoming very interesting to him. I bought him a Baby Einstein Activity Gym (thanks to anyone who gave us a gift card!). He loves it! He will watch the dangling rings for at least 15-20 minutes. Not only that, but he can swat at them and hit them! It's great to see him furrow his brow in concentration; aim; steady; just a little to the left; and bam! It's hit and his eyes grow wide with surprise and he jerks a bit at actually hitting the rattling ring above him. It's hilarious and fascincating at the same time. :)

Oh and he's also been using his tongue quite a bit! (See the pic at right) He sticks it out, back in, aaallll the way out, wiggles it around. He's so funny. Aaron says that he's discovered it. I wonder if that means he'll want to start licking everything in sight?

We'll be going to Tulsa this weekend so Joseph (and us!) can visit again with Aaron's family, and to meet the rest of the family for the first time - including his cousin, Jared! :) We'll take pics.

Adios! (Joseph is working on his Spanish, you know) ;)