Jack Kaden

I have food poisoning. Or maybe a virus. We can’t decide. Whatever it is won’t go away and has made me prone to vomiting and wandering into the living room waving the Braun ThermoScan (god, I love that thing) around, just to prove that yes, my fever is really 102.2 degrees and yes, you really really should feel sorry for me.

My husband is saint-like in these situations.*

When I am sick, or Arch is sick, we tend to steer clear of the child, never knowing if what we have may infect him in a far worse way than what we are suffering. So far Jack appears unscathed by this particular illness, but steering clear means that Arch is doing the lion’s share of the childcare around here. I am jealous.

Because honestly, what could make a Mom feel better than a little cuddle with her Son? Just a little one?

*can be retracted or amended at any time.

Last night my son went to sleep at 8pm. He fussed (not shrieked) for 15 minutes and then promptly slept until 7AM, when I woke him up.

His occupational therapist attributed some of his fussiness in the past 10 days to some major developmental achievements. The kid has been working hard. As of today Jack:

1) Rolls from his back to his right side (well, mostly)
2) Sits unsupported for about 30 seconds at a time.
3) Passes toys back and forth in front of him (we’ve learned that his fine motor skills are ahead of his gross motor skills).
4) He is also working very hard to get those feet into his mouth (180 degree hip flexion is a big milestone for preemies who tend to be either too flexible or too stiff in their hips).

He is officially on 3 solid meals a day, although he is still not down with peas.

He continues to boggle us with his enormousness. We folded up the Oeuf Baby Lounger because it was bending almost all the way back when we put Jack in it. We brought out our Phil and Ted’s MeToo Chair for feedings, although I think we need to start investigating real high chair options soon.

We also moved to the “big boy” seat in the Quinny Buzz , an event that had Archie strutting around the house. Men and strollers? Who knew there would be such a market?!