8 months old! This first year feels like we’re flying down the highway, and the milestones keep whizzing by, one by one, before we’ve had a chance to savor them. Sometimes, it seems like he changes overnight.
When we announced we were having a baby, we received many comments along the lines of, “I guess your traveling days are over!” Not a chance. When we decided to expand our family, we did so with the intention of continuing to travel as much, if not more, than before baby. We’re not naive; we knew how we travel would change. But, we fully intended to bring our baby along on our adventures. What better education for a child than to explore the world and be immersed in different cultures and lifestyles?
I’m writing this post from France, with a sleeping baby happily napping in his travel crib in the next room. Every time I put Theo to bed and he drifts quickly off to sleep, I am grateful. Grateful to my husband, for his perseverance; grateful to Theo, for being so willing to change; and grateful to all of the sleep advice I received from books and blogs and friends.
Theo turned seven months old on September 11 while we were vacationing in Beaune, in the Burgundy region of France. We had a quiet, snuggly day filled with naps and books and slow dancing, because our sweet little boy had a low-grade fever. What we thought was teething advanced to his first cold.
I’ve been pretty quiet here lately, because the last month or so we’ve had a full house. Our friend, Michele, visited us from Denver. My Dad came to visit from Mississippi. Elie’s cousins visited from Toronto. My aunt and uncle drove up from Oregon. Our friend, Daisy, and two of her friends visited us from Austin. And we’ve made many trips to Vancouver to visit family there, and they’ve done sleepovers here. It’s been a full and happy summer.
When Theo was born, he spit up quite a bit and was very gassy. He didn’t spit up enough to be diagnosed with reflux, but enough that I was concerned that something in my diet was bothering him. When it comes to food sensitivities in your breastfed baby, it can be a frustrating process to diagnose what’s making your little one uncomfortable. If you Google it, you’ll find everything from dairy to cruciferous vegetables to citrus fruits on the list of problematic foods.
Five months. This is it. I remember a friend saying that this is the stage you dream about when you dream about having a baby. The squishy cheeks, the big toothless grins and giggles, the cuddles that envelope you with their trust and sweetness. We’re in it, deep, deep in love with this little one.
I just re-read my first three months about life with Theo, and it underscores three truths about parenting. One, it goes by so fast. Two, once you think you have something figured out and you settle into a routine, it changes. And three, it just keeps getting better and better.
As I mentioned in my last post, I’ve decided not to go back to work, at least for now. Before Theo was born, I wasn’t sure if I would want to still want to work on projects part-time, or if i would want to be a full-time mama. I’m not really surprised that I love it–the day-to-day rhythm of nursing, rocking, holding, playing, tickling, giggle-inducing, soothing and snuggling. It’s such a blessing to be able to make the choice to devote my days to Theo, and I don’t take it for granted for a second. Thank you, my dear Elie.