Aiden’s nine month update

Our hopscotchy, bunk-doodling, splendiferous, wondercrump, whoopsey-splunkers, phiz-whizzing, whipple-scrumptious ickle grunion is now nine-months old. The physical transformation I described in my last post is now going toe-to-toe with the emergence of a delightful personality. Somewhere in the last two months our solemn baby has transformed into a cheerful little cherub. His vocal range is much in evidence and we’re finding ticklish spots that never fail to elicit a heart-warming chuckle.  Aiden’s social side is becoming more evident. The time Colin has put in with Aidy lately is really showing dividends, and our boy always has a smile for his daddy, even if he is mid-howl when Col walks through the door. It’s quite funny to watch this crying child stop, assess, smile, and then go right on crying again! 

As far as the brothers go, there’s a simply beautiful relationship developing. Aiden really has eyes for Cam and will endure an surprising amount of abuse at his hands. Being whacked on the head with a variety of objects doesn’t seem to bother him if his brother is doing the whacking! (Obviously we don’t encourage the head-whacking and are trying to promote gentler interactions!) Cam is great at imitating the noises Aiden makes, which Aiden simply loves. He’s also building up a reportoire of tricks that always get a smile or giggle from his adoring younger brother.  We have been a bit worried about Aiden’s development as there are a few milestones he hasn’t reached yet – like sitting on his own and reaching for his toes. So earlier this week we took him to an OT friend of ours for an assessment. She said that there’s nothing to worry about. He is behind in some areas, but ahead in others, which is quite normal for a prem baby. Developmentally, he’s about the same as a seven-month old and she’s told us not to expect more. It’s amazing how big the difference is from being born those few days earlier than Cam was, even though he was also prem. We’ve got some exercises to do now to help Aiden catch up and I’m sure it will come right soon. 

I’ve seen a marked difference in the past two months in terms of my ability to cope. Having two little ones is becoming much more manageable with every month that Aiden gets older. It gives me hope that our plan of having the boys close together wasn’t so foolhardy after all!   

Aiden’s four month update

Last Friday we hit the four-month mark with Aiden. He’s picking up weight well but is a small little fellow, clocking in at the lower end of the growth chart. Perhaps the Goodwin genes are stronger in this one; perhaps he’s just a late bloomer. Time will tell.

At 11 weeks old (14 December to be precise) he started smiling, and this time round I was the lucky recipient of his first grin. He’s gurgling delightfully and his level of interaction grows each day. He’s generally a very easy baby and, as non-first children must, has learnt to be fairly adaptable. He loves being in both the sling and wrap, neither of which I got right with Cam.

The only thing blighting our existence right now is Aidy’s reflux. Just when I think it’s getting better it seems to get worse again. He’s also struggling with wind and those pesky ones that I don’t manage to get out during the day, build up and come back to haunt us at 3am. It’s for this reason that I chose ‘ickle grunion’ (little someone who moans) as the Roald Dahl phrase for this month’s photo – the soundtrack to our wee hours is the poor mite complaining about wind-related discomfort.

We are nearly at the three-month mark in terms of his corrected age, and I mention this with a mixture of trepidation and hope. Hope, because at three months some things usually get easier – winding, longer stretches between feeds, more interaction to fill one’s heart. But trepidation too because at four months Cameron started cutting his first tooth and The Dark Days (which lasted for the next five months) began.

In some ways the last four months have flown by, in others I feel like my entire life has become a never ending loop of feeding, burping, rocking … Do it all again. But from our previous flip on this ride I know how many changes come about in the months ahead – solid food, more sleep, mobility! So at the risk of having to eat my words, I’m going to say that it feels like we are through the hardest bit. The very fact I have written this post after months of silence seems proof of that. We live in hope!

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