Well, we traveled from PA to MI without a hitch. Sam is such a good traveler — he just hangs out in his seat. Sometimes he needs a pacifier to settle into sleep, sometimes he just needs a finger to hold onto to remember that we are indeed still there (that object permanence has yet to kick in!), but otherwise he listens to the last Harry Potter book on CD with us as we drive. (P.S. If you haven’t heard any of Jim Dale’s performances of the HP series, you are missing out. He is incredible!) We spent a couple of days with Rob’s brother Rich, Chris and the fam at their house. Sam got lots of good snuggle time with everyone. He is a lucky boy to be surrounded by so much love. We are now in Traverse City at Rob’s parents’ house for a while, then it’s on to Wisconsin. Sam will have been in more states this summer than the number of months he has been in the world. He is well traveled.
Vacay! June 26, 2008
We’re packing up and getting ready to leave tomorrow for the month of July. We’ll be heading back to the midwest to see our families, attend weddings, fish, swim, and generally make merry. This means the blog will be on hiatus until then. I will try to get online here and there to post pictures and write a little, but until August, dear readers, this blog is officially on vacation. Woo hoo!
Sam did so well with his shots this morning. He ended up only needing two injections, because we will be home from our summer travels in time for the next round at three months. (With the alternate vaccine schedule, Sam will get shots once a month instead of many at certain well-baby visits.) With the first shot, he turned bright red and threatened to cry and with the second he wailed for a short time. He was sucking on my finger during them, which did seem to help, because he calmed down right away. He whimpered a little for a few minutes afterward, I fed him a little, and then he promptly went to sleep for three hours. He now, six hours later, has a very low-grade temp, so he got his first dose of infant Tylenol. He loved it. Now he’s having another little nap after being up and happy for while. I think we got very lucky with this little mellow man.
More importantly, Dr. Lane, his pediatrician, thinks he is doing marvelously! Her word for him? Wunderbar! She’s a funny lady. He was 12 pounds, 5 ounces and 22.5 inches long. So he has, uh, grown. Explains why he has graduated to size 2 diapers (they’re a little big, but the size 1’s don’t fit anymore!) and suddenly doesn’t fit any of his newborn clothes anymore! He’s huge. She will see him again for another well-baby check at four months.
So that’s the story. He’s big, he’s brave, he’s vaccinated. 🙂
Of German Heritage June 25, 2008
When Sam gets frustrated and wants to be picked up or change position or whatever the Frustration of the Moment is, his cry sounds like a little German baby.
Anticipation June 23, 2008
Sam is getting his first round of shots on Thursday. I have been preparing him for about a week.
“Sam, in six days, you’re going to get some shots. It’s probably going to hurt a little, but it will go really quickly and Mommy’s going to ice down your little thighs so that you’re a little numb and I’ll make sure that I’m holding you and that you’re sucking on your pacifier which the books say will help soothe you and Mommy wishes she could give the shots herself because she’s really good at it but at the very least I hope that two nurses can give shots at the same time so that it will kind of feel like two pokes instead of four and if not, maybe they will let me do it but probably not because of liability reasons so I’ll just hold you and be the mom. You’re going to be just fine.”
I totally think he’s processing it.
Our Song June 21, 2008
Baby mine, don’t you cry
Baby mine, dry your eye
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part, baby of mine.
Little one when you play
Don’t you mind what you say
Let those eyes sparkle and shine
Never a tear, baby of mine.
If they knew sweet little you
They’d end up loving you too
All those same people who scold you
What they’d give just for the right to hold you.
From your head to your toes
You’re not much, goodness knows
But you’re so precious to me
Cute as can be, baby of mine.
(I sing this to Sam in the middle of the night, while we rock to sleep. I rarely get through it without a few tears. I am often overwhelmed by the depth of love I feel for this little baby, my Sam.)