My Monkey Boy

I decided yesterday that I am no longer going to take my baby to his doctor appointments with me. He is too wild and makes it hard to keep him under control while talking to the doctor. He throws everything on the floor, rips up all the paper on the table, and generally wreaks havoc in the room. I swear it took me a half hour just to get him dressed after, he kept rolling over and over.

I should probably warn you now that this might turn into a long detailed post, so feel free to look away now.

The good news is that my little boy is getting fat. Well, getting fatter at least. He gained 1 lb 2 oz in the last four weeks, so now he is up to 17 lbs 1 oz. That puts him at 13%, up from the 10% last time. But, he also grew a full inch, so now he's 29" tall. That's 90%. He can hardly gain weight fast enough to keep up with his height.

The little stinker also decided to wean himself. That's right, he's a formula baby now. We've been fighting for the last few weeks. I try to make him nurse, and he won't do it. One time I tried to feed him and he cried and cried and pushed me away, so I made him a bottle of formula, and he gulped the sucker down. That was the beginning of the end. But I was stubborn and didn't want to give up.

Then last week he decided to use me as a chew toy - not fun at all! - and then started biting and pulling away, keeping a death grip with his teeth. He bit so hard he made me bleed. I had to call my mom and my sister for sympathy.

I could still use some... :)

I spent a few days feeling like a horrible mom, but I admit it is a bit of a relief. I was getting really nervous about feeding him because I'm not that tough and I don't really like pain all that much. And it was really painful. But the doctor told me yesterday that I'm not a bad mom and he's a healthy baby so that helped.

And then SOMEBODY (you know who you are!) told me that my baby doesn't need me anymore. Ouch. I would tell you who she is so you could harass her, but I think she felt bad enough when she said it. But I still need to tease her a little.

Oh one more thing - somewhere during the biting days, I got mastitis.

The end.