It is basically impossible for me to believe that it has been six months since this little lovey graced the earth. As we get further out from his date of arrival, I find myself reflecting on that day… that time… and feeling blessed that we are where we are, 6 months later.
Harrison is six months old today. Or a little over 4 months by adjusted age. He has made it to 4 months, by way of six months. And I find myself being more content in the baby stage more than I ever was before. This does not mean that I love infants now. But I’ve come to the point where I can say, there are many things unique to the infant stage that are a-ok.
When Harrison was born, he was 3 lbs, even steven.
Today, he is just over 13 pounds 5 ounces.
He babbles, coos, and spits… a lot. Harrison continues to battle a good bit of uncomfortable reflux but we’re hoping he’ll grow out of that sooner than later. He likes to be held or worn, the majority of the time, facing outward. He’s starting to giggle and he smiles big. When he’s on his back, he attempts to roll. His sleep is best described as erratic. Some nights, he wakes once to eat. Others… two, three, four times. And he’s a very early riser, waking up with the sunrise. He doesn’t have a consistent nap schedule going but does like to sleep about every two hours after he last woke. Bedtime is his roughest time of the day and still involves a fair amount of crying, rocking, bouncing, and patting, as he has some difficulty soothing from awake to asleep. He loves his brothers and his daddy, and of course, the food source. Harrison is by far my best nurser which is completely shocking as there were a lot of days I didn’t know if we’d make it to three, four, five, or six months with nursing. Right now, he is being treated for thrush and a double ear infection. He sleeps in his crib. And wears footie jams most of his life. He is a happy, sweet babe, and I might be a little obsessed with him… Just as mommas are.
I told Adam the other day that there is not a day that goes by wiithout me looking at Harrison, and pausing to think about how lucky we got with his delivery. And his NICU stay. And the experience we had with Methodist Women’s. And all the help and support we received. And how that time changed my perspective on a lot of things. Life may not always go how we expect or picture, but reality often ends up better than we would have known to wish for.
Happy 1/2 birthday Mr. Harrison… We adore you, sir!
