Beauty and the Brute

Dylan had his two month appointment yesterday, at nine weeks old. His size is truly mind-boggling. Despite continuing issues with reflux, he weighed in at 14 pounds, 6 ounces (95% !!!!) and 24 inches (90%) I looked back at Abbey's records, and she was that size at about 5 months! I asked his doctor if we should be concerned, but the doctor just laughed. I guess I should be thankful that the reflux is just causing a lot of laundry issues and not growing ones. However, pretty soon I'm not going to be able to carry the infant carrier around. Instead of training for my 5K, I am going to have to pick up a weight-lifting routine.


In all seriousness, the appointment went well. They doubled his reflux medication, due to the weight gain, and I hope it makes a bit of a difference. For the most part he is doing a lot better, but I was starting to be able to tell when the medication was wearing off (about 5:00 p.m. and 5:00 a.m. each day.) I can handle all of the extra laundry (Shout and Tide should be sending me dividends between the reflux and the cloth diapers!) but I hate seeing him uncomfortable at all.

He continues to be a happy little guy, smiling at us and finding joy in all that Abbey does - even when it means bouncing him a little too vigorously in his bouncer or shaking toys a little too close to his face. Sleep is getting progressively better, although I hate to even type that for fear of jinxing it. Our goal is to move him to his room and his crib by the end of the month, although it is a bittersweet goal for me. This will be the last time we have an infant in that cradle next to our bed, and it’s a move I am not sure I am quite ready to make. Maybe we can just keep him there. I’m sure he won’t mind inviting friends for sleepovers in our room, right?

Something that makes the move a little less bitter…I will actually have to get some bedding for his room. Time to shop!