Has he grown! Weighing in at 5.85kg (0.6kg heavier than his older brother at the same age), Noah is in the 50th percentile in weight but only 15th percentile in height, making him a truly chubby baby. I thought that they say when he you exclusively breastfeed, they don’t put on as much weight as formula-fed babies. I wonder what Noah would have been like if I had continued on the mixed feeding or even completely formula-fed him. Maybe he would be obese!! Haha..
All jokes aside, at his 8 week checkup, the nurses have found that his head is a bit lopsided, meaning that one side of his neck muscles are very tight, causing him to prefer to turn to one side and not the other; essentially losing the turning range to the his right side, resulting in a flat head on his left. Poor baby… He already looks alien-like with his elongated head but also having an unsymmetrical head…. I hope he doesn’t go bald when he grows up with that head shape.
Dad and Willie has been away for 2.5 weeks now, leaving it between me and my mother to juggle between school drop offs for Seth, feeding both children, managing this household and making sure both of the kids make it to their (medical/after-school sports) activities. Funnily enough, it has been quite calm and relaxing without the men around. We’ve largely been able to manage. Even when it comes to catching possums in the house!!
Told you! In this day and age, who needs men? LOL* But we are glad that they are back this week….we do miss our hubbies, after all.
Mum and I are really enjoying Noah! He’s now confidently sleeping 6-7 hours, which allows me to keep up with my workout regiment and get on with my jam-packed days.
Breastfeeding, expressing, guilt, frustration…
The last thing worth mentioning is that I am totally over this breastfeeding business. I guess it doesn’t help that I exclusively express and bottle-feed. On one hand, it’s easier that I can get someone else to feed the bottle (if there are people around to help!) and if not, it’s twice the amount of time to express and then feed and then deal with dirty bottles. Sure, this has helped Noah get into a routine but it absolutely kills me and my days, having to lose 5 hours (in total) a day for this expressing business. I have now set myself a date of 21st December to start weaning. That will be the 3 month mark and by the time I keep dropping feeds, Noah will be off breastmilk altogether by 6 months. I’m truly torn on this one. I wonder if there are any mums out there who have felt guilty… Keen to hear from them…