Today, as Camilla said, "we woke up when it was nightly time!"
For her this meant 7:15am, which I used to consider way too early (because she routinely slept until 8:30 or 9:00) but now, thanks to her lark of a brother, I now view as Quite a Reasonable Hour.
The lark himself woke up an hour earlier than usual, at 5:00am. I tried to get him to go back to bed with me around 7:00 but since his sister woke up fifteen minutes later, it was a no-go.
I did manage to get a nap around 10:00am when he finally deigned to go back to sleep, but it was too little too late and I have been dragging all day.
The badness of this is compounded by the fact that Bryan is out of town again, for the second time in three weeks. It's only one night this time, thankfully, but I am abysmally bad at going off-routine and I really really don't like it when he's gone.
Fortunately he did not have to leave until today, because there was a chance he was going to have to leave earlier in the week and yesterday morning we had the kids' well-child exams scheduled. If he'd had to have been out of town I would have up and canceled those suckers, yes indeedy, because I am not one of those Moms of Iron who takes her kids to check-ups alone. The occasional sick visit if absolutely necessary, yes. Routine visits where shots might be occurring? Oh heck no.
Because this blog is my baby book (not a sign of a paper one anywhere in this house, much to my MIL's chagrin), here are the stats:
Blaise (9mos): 25lbs, 10oz, 30.5 inches long, 48cm head circumference (GHTCIE* percentiles on all counts)
Both children are blissfully healthy, praise be, and the only slight hiccup was that Blaise appears to be mildly anemic. The doctor prescribed an iron supplement and all will be well, I am sure, considering that Camilla was "very" anemic (according to the somewhat hyper nurse practitioner who did her 9-month exam; I have no idea what the number was) at the same age and turned out to have perfectly fine hemoglobin levels six weeks later despite the fact that: a) we originally bought the wrong vitamin supplement for her, one that did not contain iron, and b) after we corrected our mistake, we forgot to give it to her about two-thirds of the time.
(We don't usually play fast-and-loose with our kids' health, but I'd done some reading that suggested that the diagnosis of anemia in otherwise healthy breastfed 9-month-olds is dubious anyway, so I wasn't too worried. With good cause, it turned out.)
So we'll give Blaise the supplements to correct his mild case of anemia and he'll be fine.
It was nice to leave the doctor's office happy - as we walked out I was remembering the way I felt after Camilla's nine-month checkup, when we left with a probably diagnosis of mastocytosis and a referral to a pediatric dermatologist. Even though mastocytosis is no big deal and they'd assured us it was almost certainly fine, we were still nervous.
Now we're not nervous. We're just back-broken from the weight of our abnormally huge baby. But hey, pretty soon he'll be walking! And then he won't want/need us to hold him at all, and I'll think tearfully about the beautiful days before my baybeeeeee turned into a toddler, and I won't remember the back-broken part at all.
See, this is why I have to keep a blog.
Also because otherwise, where can I put things like this?
I think I'm going to have to do NaBloPoMo in November again this year. I did it two years ago and it was really good for me, but I've fallen off the wagon and started letting three weeks (!) go between posts and that is just not acceptable. How am I going to be able to come back in five years and read all about what my life was like with a baby and a toddler unless I write about it now?
When I started blogging I used to check my stats daily. I've quit doing that, and not just because it's depressing how few readers I have now compared to, say, 2006. I mean, sure, that's a reason (and entirely my own fault for not writing more often) but it's not THE reason. Truly, I've just stopped caring as much about the stat counter. My main reason for writing this blog, as our family has grown and my life has changed, is to keep a record of these days so that after they're over I will have a way to remember them. I'm not a scrapbooker and never will be, so this is my way of recording and remembering.
I have a lot of things to talk about - did you know that my baby turned THREE? - but I'll save it for when I've gotten a chance to download the cake pictures from the camera.
Plus, I'm only writing for fifteen minutes right now because I have to go to bed because my other baby, the nine-month-old one who is teething, will for sure wake up at least three or four times tonight and I don't want to be a zombie in the morning.
Speaking of teeth, do you ever have one of those moments where you come up with what sounds like a colossally great idea, only to realize mere seconds later that it is a colossally awful idea? Or is this just me, with my sleep-deprivation-addled mind?
Since teething has been killing us for what seems like months now, I've been thinking of ways in which - in an ideal world - we could forgo the misery. You know, besides hiring a full-time nanny and a night nanny. We're not made of money.
My thought process went like this:
Teething is excruciating! Why can't babies just be born with all their teeth?
Uh, yeah. That's pretty much the worst idea ever.
But, speaking of babies being born, here is a wonderful way to end my post.
You all may or may not know that through this blog I met one of my dearest friends, Lauren. (Some of you might remember her now-defunct blog, Southern Comfortable.) Her husband David is also awesome, and Bryan and I get along like a house on fire with the two of them.
David and Lauren got married in October 2005 and immediately started trying to conceive. It wasn't until more than three years later that she finally became pregnant after what turned out to be a particularly efficacious novena. You can bet I cried with joy when we got that phone call.