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Wednesday, May 23, 2012

9 Months Old Today

Luke is 9 months old today. I still need to get some pictures taken today and so I'll do that and post some after he wakes up from his nap.

He went to the doctor today for his 9-month checkup. I thought that it would be a super quick trip since he didn't have any shots to get, but we were there for an hour (mostly with waiting for the doctor and then the lab tech to come in). He didn't get shots, but he did have to get his finger pricked and blood drawn to run some tests. He did really well with the finger prick (no crying), but his blood didn't flow very fast so it took quite a while to get a full sample. He almost had to be pricked again but she was finally able to get enough blood.

But he has a clean bill of health and has been growing just fine. Here are his stats, with a comparison from his 6 month visit as well as the visit last month when we went in to check out his eczema.

Weight
6-months: 15 lbs 10 oz
One month ago: 17 lbs 4 oz
9 months: 18 lbs 6 oz

Height
6-months: 26"
One month ago: 27"
9 months: 28.25"

It seemed like he'd hit a bit of a growth spurt within the past month and the numbers definitely show that appears to have been the case!

After the doctor's visit, we went to the park to meet up with some of the moms/babies in our play group. It was such a lovely day and so nice to be outside for a while and interacting with our friends.

Updated 5/24 with pictures taken yesterday:




 

Saturday, May 19, 2012

A Whole New World

On Tuesday evening (May 15), Luke crawled (army crawled) forward for the first time. He had been pushing up on his hands and knees and rocking for about a week and I knew it could be any moment when he would figure out that he could go forward. And indeed, it happened in the blink of an eye. One moment he was stationary and the next he was on the move. It was just before bedtime, though, so instead of seeing how much he could move, we had to get him ready for bed.

Wednesday was a busy day (I had my work day at The Craft House), so we didn't get a lot of crawling time in but he did get to do a little. Then came Thursday and much crawling time ensued. He seemed especially interested in some cables that were sitting on the floor alongside J's backpack. He would crawl over to them and J would pull him back. He would immediately start crawling right back over. He is definitely one determined little boy! I lost track of the number of times that he went over there only to be pulled back and have to try again.


So on Friday, I needed to get laundry done. Ha! That was definitely a new experience. The laundry machines are in the basement and with Luke's new mobility, I didn't trust leaving him alone upstairs on the floor while I was in the basement (which when he was still immobile, I would do). So he got to spend a lot of time in his jumperoo yesterday whenever I had to run downstairs for the laundry.

I think he's really enjoying this whole being mobile thing. He is able to get to the toys that he wants to play with and also to explore some areas that he hasn't been in before (and he has a fascination with J's backpack, which we keep having to pick up off the floor). I know that it's going to be a whole new world for me, too, as I have to keep more of an eye on him and can't run back to the bedroom quickly to get something. Oh, and it's a whole new world for the cats as well as he can now move toward them. They're learning already to move out of the way quickly although he has caught them a few times.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

First Mother's Day

Today is my first Mother's Day. (Yes, I was pregnant last year and technically a mother, but I didn't fully feel like it "counted.") Mother is one of my new labels that defines who I am and I have embraced it fully. Although it is not the only label that defines me, it is my most highly valued one.

This part of my identity is one that brings tremendous joy but also sometimes tremendous pressure. There are so many parenting books out there that offer seemingly conflicting advice. And many of them basically say "if you don't do things this way, then you're dooming your child to become this." And then you look at the next book and it says something completely opposite. So what's a parent to do? It seems that no matter what choices are made, it's going to screw the kid up somehow. And I don't want to mess up Luke's life. And so there is stress.

But if there is so much conflicting advice, then why worry so much about parenting the "right" way, since there really doesn't seem to be a right way? And so I think about what I want to accomplish. I want Luke to grow up to be an independent man who is able to support himself who has close relationships with other people who enjoys his career and who is ultimately happy and content with his life. How to do that is the big question.

So I've thrown out all the parenting books and have made my parenting decisions based upon what I perceive to be Luke's needs, parenting by instinct and adapting to this specific child. I do look over bits of parenting advice and various studies, but my decisions are made less on the latest trend and more on this particular relationship with my son.

And these decisions do seem to match up at some points with the attachment parenting style, but I am by no means slavishly following that style. That means, for us, breastfeeding for as long as Luke still needs it, baby wearing frequently (although a lot of that is more for convenience, to be honest), not doing any cry it out, etc.

But then there are times, like this week, when this style of parenting comes highly under attack. I am referring to the Time magazine cover, which shows an almost-four-year-old boy breastfeeding in a very awkward and obviously staged photograph with a title that goes toward being offensive ("Are You Mom Enough?" implying that those who don't breastfeed their almost four year old are not mom enough). It makes those who follow attachment parenting seem to be almost freakish. And some of the comments I've read about people's thoughts on this cover and the implications are rather extreme and judgmental. It seems to be pitting mom against mom and that is something that shouldn't be. Moms should support one another in whatever parenting choices that they make (with the obvious exception of not supporting actual abuse), even if they disagree with them. Parenting is not a competition. And I'm sure that most moms want for their children what I want for Luke. And there's not just one way to get there. Sometimes I forget that and find myself making judgments about what other people do with their kids. But I try to remember that they are doing what they feel is best and they know their child(ren) best. And some of them probably don't at all agree with decisions I am making. And that's okay.

So this morning, I read an article in Reader's Digest. It's an excerpt from a book by Kate Stone Lombardi called The Mama's Boy Myth and it echoed some of the thoughts that have been swirling in my head and also made me feel better about some of the choices I am making in Luke's life. Here's the article:

"Suppose I told you that I am very close to my son, Paul. That I love hanging out with him, and we have dozens of inside jokes and shared traditions. Even though we speak frequently, I get a little thrill each time I hear his signature ringtone on my cellphone. I confess that Paul is so sensitive and intuitive that he 'gets me' in a very special way. Are you starting to speculate that something is a little off? Are you getting uncomfortable about the kind of guy my son is growing up to be?

For generations, mothers have gotten the message that keeping their sons close is wrong, possibly even dangerous. A mother who fosters a deep emotional bond with her son, we've been told, is setting him up to be weak and overly dependent--an archetypal mama's boy. He'll never be independent or able to form healthy adult relationships. A well-adjusted, loving mother is one who gradually but surely pushes her son away, both emotionally and physically, in order to allow him to become a healthy man. Somehow when so many of our other beliefs about the roles of men and women have been revolutionized, our view of the mother-son relationship has remained frozen in time. We've dramatically changed the way we raise our daughters, encouraging them to be assertive, play competitive sports, and aim high in the educational and professional ambitions. We don't fret about 'masculinizing' our girls.

A father who flouts gender stereotypes and teaches his daughter a traditionally masculine task--say, rebuilding a car engine--is considered pretty cool. But a mother who does something comparable--like teaching her son to knit or even encouraging him to talk more openly about his feelings--is looked at with contempt.

Many mothers are confused and anxious when it comes to raising boys. Should she stop kissing her first-grade son at school drop-off? If she cuddles her ten-year-old boy when he is hurt, will she turn him into a wimp? If her teenage boy is crying in his room, should she go in and comfort him, or will this embarrass and shame him? Anthony E. Wolf, a child psychologist and bestselling author, warms us that 'strong emotional contact with his mother is especially upsetting to any teenage boy.'

However, research has shown the opposite: A study of more than 400 middle school boys revealed that sons who were close to their mothers formed stronger friendships, were less depressed and anxious, and earned better grades than their more macho classmates. Another large study found that boys 12 and under who weren't close to their mothers were more aggressive and hostile later in childhood.

It has been long established that teenagers who have good communication with their parents are more likely to resist negative peer pressure, but new research shows that it is a boy's mother who is the most influential when it comes to risky behavior, not only with alcohol and drugs but also in preventing both early and unprotected sex.

Finally, there are no scientific studies suggesting that a boy's sexual orientation can be altered by his mother, no matter how much she loves him.

With all the concern about boys falling behind girls academically, exhibiting more behavior problems, and going to college in falling numbers, why is mother-son closeness still so discouraged?

Boys need and want a close connection with their mothers. But the pressure for mothers and sons to disengage begins at a shockingly tender age, and the pressure escalates at every stage, until a mom actually begins to believe that the best kind of parenting she can offer is to leave her depressed, silent teenage son alone to work out his own problems. Heaven forbid that she threatens his masculinity by giving him a hug and trying to get him to talk about what's bothering him.

I am not the only mother who has rejected this kind of thinking. A great many mothers keep their sons close. For the record, Paul, a young man now, is self-assured and independent. He's more than six feet tall, plays ice hockey, has lots of male friends, and had a steady girlfriend in college. Yes, we have a tight connection, and my son is still OK. I'm tired of making excuses for our closeness, and I'm not alone."

My biggest thought upon reading this article is that what I want is to be close to Luke throughout his life but never to smother him. I want him to know that I will be there for him whenever he needs me, but I won't always be hovering over his every move. To be attached but also be our own people. And that's the idea that drives my parenting decisions, whatever they may be.

These are the random thoughts that have been running through my head lately and I'm sure will continue running through my head in the years to come. So on this Mother's Day, I hope that all the mothers out there will stop stressing about raising their kids in the "right" way and figure out what way is right for them. And don't judge other mothers who make different choices. And most of all just enjoy the relationship that you have with your child. It's an extremely special relationship and one that I didn't fully understand until I became a mother myself.

To my own mom: I love you so much and appreciate everything you have done for me. I don't know what parenting decisions you decided upon as I was growing up, but whatever decisions you made, they were "right" for me and for us because I've become the type of person that I hope Luke will someday be: overall happy and content with my life, independent but with close relationships, and a strong connection to my mom.

To my mother-in-law: I'm beginning to understand a lot more about the mother-son relationship and I thank you for raising your son as you did because he is a wonderful husband and father. And also a man who has a close and healthy relationship with his mother.

Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there.

Friday, May 11, 2012

First Trip to the Indianapolis Zoo

Over this past weekend (Thurs-Tues), my in-laws were able to come visit. It was so wonderful to see them and for them to be able to spend time with Luke. They hadn't seen him since Christmas, and he's definitely changed a lot in the four months in between! Their trip was over too quickly. It seemed like they had just gotten here when it was time for them to leave. But we did have a great visit and got to do some fun things while they were here.

One of those things was a trip to the Indianapolis Zoo. Although there is a small zoo in a park near where we live that we have taken Luke to a couple of times, I had really been looking forward to his first big zoo visit. We timed our drive to Indianapolis to correspond with his usual morning nap time and he did indeed sleep nearly the whole way there. We had him in the jogging stroller and it was really easy to get around the zoo that way. The biggest negative was that leaving him in the stroller meant that mostly his views were of the fence around each exhibit, so there was a lot of unbuckling and rebuckling that took place.

I'm not sure how much of the animals he actually really saw. I think that when they were moving, they caught his attention a bit more. The best part were the aquatic animals. When we went into the dolphin area, he was able to see the dolphins swimming by. And looking at the other aquariums inside the Oceans area was also a lot better for him. Unfortunately, we waited until the end before we were in that area, so he was a bit tired out by that point. But I think he did quite enjoy those animals.

There was only one negative experience. I could tell (as it was approaching lunchtime) that Luke was getting a little tired and probably hungry. We were at the Desert area. This area is a giant dome that lets in sunlight and heats up quite well for the animals inside. And heats up the people inside as well. I think that the addition of the extra heat at that point was the last straw and Luke got upset. We rushed out of the Desert area (completely missing the exit the first time so making a circuit that we didn't need to make and prolonging our time inside. Oops!) and looking for a place to sit down so I could nurse Luke. There was a cafeteria place with some indoor seating, so we went inside and made our way to a back table (here, the jogging stroller was not very convenient!). I started nursing Luke who eventually calmed down enough to nurse. He was doing a lot better after that, which is when we went to the Oceans area. So I think we'll skip the Desert area for a while until Luke is a bit older.

We took a look through the gift shop on our way out and got Luke a Indianapolis Zoo onesie (J really wanted the one with a tiger on it) as well as a small stuffed tiger. Since we knew that we were going to be going to the zoo a few times this summer, we bought a family membership and a small discount at the gift shop is included, which was nice.

Then we got back into the car and headed to a restaurant for lunch. It was a little way to drive to get there and Luke fell asleep almost immediately. And he slept hard on that drive to the restaurant. We ate and I fed Luke his lunch and he was happy and awake during the whole drive back home. So although there was one little blip, all in all it was a fun day.