Jack had his one-year appointment yesterday. He weighed in at 20 pounds, and is 29 inches long. Still 25th percentile for both; still short and skinny! I know he’s short; just look at him standing next to his buddies Erik & Zachary in this photo. But he looks chubby to me and has been feeling heavier recently, so I was sure he’d weigh more.
This was probably the toughest doctor’s visit so far in that Jack really didn’t want to be examined. He didn’t like it when the doctor looked in his ears, or opened his mouth, or examined his hips. And he was most unhappy with the three shots (MMR, which is measles, mumps, and rubella; chicken pox; and hep A). I nursed him right afterwards though and then he was fine.
We also gave him his first taste of cow’s milk yesterday. He gulped it right now.
I am still nursing 3-4 times a day; I may cut down to 2-3 now that he’ll be drinking cow’s milk. Also, we just changed up the bedtime routine slightly. The last two nights, Chris has put Jack in his PJs, then I nurse him, and then Chris finishes up with the bedtime book and song and puts him in his crib. Before, I would nurse him with the lights out and then put him to bed and sing a little. Usually he was still wide awake but sometimes he would fall asleep while nursing.
I figured it would be a good idea to make it not be the very last thing before he goes to sleep, to make it easier in the future when I do decide to wean him, and easier for other people to babysit him. I have mixed feelings about weaning; part of me will miss it, and part of me will be relieved. It’s still pretty uncomfortable, and lately Jack’s been using his teeth (not a real bite, just slightly). I say “no biting” and put him down when he does that and he seems to be getting better, but it still makes me tense knowing it might be coming.
But I’ll miss it, as well. It is something special between us that no one else has with him. Still undecided on when I’ll stop completely… I do not have a specific time in mind.
I still can’t believe I have a one-year-old!
