Well, we survived the first two months. I am happy to report that I'm all but completely sure that I've solved the mystery of what I was eating that was causing Locke's GI issues. Unfortunately, in addition to milk and soy, I had to give up wheat, too. Between those three things, basically all of my favorite vices (ice cream, cookies, chocolate, etc) are off limits. I had hoped that would make losing my pregnancy weight easier, and perhaps in a few months I'll look back and realize that it did, but I suspect I may be one of those women whose bodies try to cling to those last 10 pregnancy pounds as backup breastfeeding fuel. I know a lot of people who said those last 10 pounds were extremely hard to coax off, and so far, I appear to be one of them as well. We'll see.


As far as developmental milestones go, we've really only hit one: first smile. He doesn't smile often, but we finally started seeing honest to goodness non-gassiness smiles around 7 weeks. I'm stunting his head/neck control development by not insisting upon tummy time as often as I should, but he hates, hates, hates to be put on his belly. I need to suck it up and do it anyway, and I know it, but it's hard for me to intentionally make him miserable, you know? Yeah, that's practically part of the 'being a parent' job description, but when they're this small...okay, okay, enough excuses. I'll start giving him more tummy time. Sheez.



He remains a teeny tiny little peanut, barely making the growth charts. At his two month checkup he was only 8lbs, 2.5oz, 21 3/4 in, 37cm head circumference, in the 3rd, 15th, and 8th percentiles, respectively. I was a little bit surprised that his doctor didn't tell me to start supplementing him with formula, to try to beef him up a bit. As long as he stays in the 3rd percentile, they're not worried. Wish I could say the same. It's weird to me that two months in, he's still smaller than quite a few newborns. Hell, when I was born I was 7lbs 15oz, so he's barely bigger than I was when I was born. Still, other than the whole colitis thing, he seems healthy enough. I suppose I shouldn't worry...but then, that, too, is part of the parenting job description.



Here's a more recent picture of my little guy. His eyes are exactly, and I do mean exactly, like mine. I really underestimated how weird it would be to see my eyes in someone else's face.

Well, things are starting to get a little easier. We've almost cornered the breastmilk colitis beast (unfortunately I am off dairy and soy for now, which basically means no prepackaged food because seriously, everything has dairy or soy in it). Locke is finally starting to sleep during normal people hours, most nights (though sleeping for more than 3 hours at a time is still a distant dream, I'm thinking). And Locke is finally putting on some weight. I haven't had him weighed on a baby scale since his last trip to the doctor, but on my scale at home he's 7.4 lbs. This is a huge big deal to me, because if it's anywhere close to accurate, it means the milk production issues I thought I was having maybe aren't as bad as I'd worried, and even better, he's close to big enough to use the cloth diapers I bought for him. We have a pack and a half of size newborn left, and when we're through those, I'm going to try him out on the bumgenius diapers. I've never been so excited to do tons of laundry before. ;)

My poor husband injured his shoulder over the weekend. We think he tore a muscle in his rotator cuff. He took a bad fall while chasing a neighbor's runaway dog (let the record show he caught said dog), and we spent some of the oh-dark early am hours on Saturday in the ER. It completely threw off Locke's sleeping schedule since he was up till 4 am that night (just couldn't get him to sleep with all the noise and flourescent lights, even in the more dimly lit kids play area in the waiting room), but he has had two good nights in a row since then so I'm hoping we haven't lost all the progress we've made as far as fixing his sleeping schedule is concerned. I did learn a valuable parenting skill: breastfeeding in public. I'm not a whip it out and let er rip kinda gal, and truth be told I had the entirely unrealistic expectation of being able to avoid public breastfeeding entirely, but 3 hours in the ER waiting room and I didn't have a choice in the matter. My son needed to eat, whether I liked it or not. ;)

I was surprised that it wasn't as difficult as I expected. I had had the foresight to grab one of our larger receiving blankets to act as a nursing cover, and I holed up in the kids' play area to give myself the merest semblance of privacy (entirely mental, as there weren't any barriers between the kids play area and the main waiting room). Locke got his grub on, and he was happy, and I attracted very little attention from any of the other people in the waiting room. I'm not saying I'd rush out to BF in public, but if the situation required it, I think I could manage to do it again.