I’m definitely not complaining as I love these new developments in my son. It used to be that he would sit contently in our laps for hours and hours just loving life and being a happy little guy.
Now that he’s two and a half months old, he wants to be doing *something* all the time. The trouble is, I haven’t quite figured out what that something is 
He’s a little young for most of his toys (though lately he’s taken to swatting the ladybug and chicken in his Fisher-Price Miracles & Milestones Pop Open Play Gym )
He’s been able to hold his head up for quite a while now, but he doesn’t seem to be interested in bouncing in his jumperoo yet, and he is starting HATE tummy time. He’s just very in between stages right now where he knows there are things he’s rather be doing.
My husband mentioned to me last week “maybe he doesn’t want to be held all of the time” Of course, having read every book I could get my hands on, I believed that newborns were to be held as much as possible for the first months of life.
I still believe that theory (that it aids in their stimulation and development to be held…see my article at Associated Content:Reduce Your Baby’s Constant Crying with Constant Contact” 
I hold him basically all day long, until he seems to get bored with me. I believe I’m helping his development and attachment by doing so, but I suppose I will have to admit that he does like to do other things, *occasionally*
When did you start noticing your baby was *moving on*?
My baby’s pee and poo seems to have righted itself. It must have been a result of something I ate, or my total change in diet while we were on vacation.
I, of course, have found something else to worry about. My little man has been crying a lot more often. He’s not exactly inconsolable, we are able to calm him down for periods of time. However, he seems to get “bored” with whatever he’s doing and then begin to fuss. He’ll still have his smiling sessions with us, but the crying has increase 3X as much as he used to cry (it used to be only when he was hungry).
We’ve taken his temperature and it does not seems just fine. I can’t find anything that might be hurting him. I don’t want to call the pediatrician again. There has to be a balance between worrying all the time and doing the right thing by calling the doctor. My husband doesn’t think it warrants a call yet, well keep an eye on it.
Have any of you noticed this in your babies? Leave me a comment 
Ohh the joys of motherhood After we got back from our vacation I noticed that my baby’s poop had dark colored specks in it, mixed with the usual breastfed birdseedy yellow. I immediately freaked out and researched what this could be online. Some websites said it could be something I ate that got into my breastmilk, others said if it was black that it could be blood. I was very scared at this point, and stared hard and long at the poop to determine if it was “dark” or “black”. I consulted with my husband, who declared that it was a very dark green…not much help!
I called the baby’s pediatric office and spoke to a nurse there. She kind of acted like I was a little loony and said she’d have to see the poop to make a determination, but that the baby was probably fine if he wasn’t inconsolable and didn’t have a fever (he was fine). I later spoke to my pediatrician who was unconcerned and decided that it was something I ate after all. After a few poops, the problem seemed to correct iself
I thought my worries with what comes out of the end of my baby were over, when I noticed a funny smell while changing his diaper (not funny haha . I couldn’t identify the smell, just knew it smelled “off”. I googled what could be the cause (notice, I research EVERYTHING), and it ranged from “don’t worry about it” to “your child has maple syrup urine disorder”(huh?). I’m still monitoring the smell, but he seems in good spirits and does not have a fever or anything. I don’t want to be the mom who calls the pediatrician every other day, so I’m going to wait this one out as everything seems ok.
I feel like a total nut
Today my baby had to get his immunization shots. I had been dreading this day ever since they told me to give him infant Tylenol before his appointment. If knew that if that were the recommendation, it wasn’t going to be pleasant for my poor little guy.
We waited for our appointment for about an hour. He already wasn’t happy as he was hungry and cranky (I breastfed him in the office while we were waiting), and having to sit there started us off on a negative foot to begin with.
Finally we were called in. He was weighed and measured. (100th percentile for weight…yikes, 95th for length, and 50th for head circumference.) I have one big, little man. Everything looked really good for him. The doctor did hear a small heart murmur, but told me that they will just keep an eye on it, it is not uncommon for them to hear at this age.
Then, it was time for his shots. They had me hold his little arms down, and gave him three shots! He screamed and cried. He cried so hard that his face turned bright red and he held his breath. I almost started crying myself. It’s awful to see your baby in such pain. I know that the immunizations will be a wonderful help to him and preventing disease throughout his life, but that is one of the hardest things I’ve had to deal with as a parent.
He had the sympathy of all the other little kids in the waiting room as we were leaving. It was cute to see the little 3, 4, and 5 year olds have such concern for my baby
Click here for more information on 2 month old immunizations
We are back from vacation, fresh and ready to go Of course I research everything, so before we left on vacation, I checked out this article to make sure it was ok to take a 2 month old on a little mini vacation. Everything seemed to be a go! We packed everything we thought we’d need and went on our way. It turns out that what you need for a baby is a lot. There are the many many outfits so that we’re not stuck with a peed/pooped/spit-up-ed on onsie. Then we had to pack his Amby Baby Hammock, stroller, baby carrier (bought the new Ergo carrier by the way, it’s the best baby purchase EVER). Our car was jam packed.
The place we went to was on the beach and very low key. It was fabulous. I was, of course, nervous to do everything at first. We had never taken him to a restaurant, and only briefly in stores. I decided that if we were to have a good vacation I was going to have to be more bold. I put him in the baby carrier and away we went. To my surprise, he did not fuss at the restaurant we went to, allowed us to walk the beach and enjoy the breeze (the Ergo has a sunshield), and we walked around the quaint little shops. Whenever it got too hot or we/thebaby were tired we walked back to the house we rented.
I am so glad I went and got over my fear of doing some of these things with a baby. I really think that you can do many of your normal activities, even when you have a little one. Your life doesn’t have to totally change, and the parts that do are for the better.
The only part that was hard was I think the little guy is used to our routine. He’s used to his house and his things. To be in a new location doing new things seemed difficult for him at first, but we also got a lot of smiles out of him
My baby’s fever didn’t go beyond 100.5 last night, and the pediatrician just said to keep an eye on it. I was very worried about the little guy because he was sweaty and just didn’t seem like he felt well. The fever wasn’t high enough to go to the emergency room (we checked with the pediatrician), so we went to bed and I got up periodically to check on his temperature. It went down instead of up which was a good sign. I did give him Infant Tylenol drops, which I won’t do next time. I think it was a first time mom mistake! I was concentrating on getting him to feel better when I should have been making sure his fever didn’t spike too high naturally! The ped. told us to give him the Tylenol, but things I read online later stated the importance of monitoring the temperature without medicine.
Anyway, I called the office and took the baby in this morning. Everything came back wonderfully as far as they could tell. We are supposed to still monitor him, and he’ll have to undergo testing if the fever gets too high (101 degress F). They think that he may have picked up a little virus that he’ll get over in no time.
As a first time mom, it’s so hard to see your baby hurting. He can’t really express himself other than to cry, and it’s the saddest sound I’ve ever heard. It’s different than the hungry cry or tired cry. It is a sound unto itself. I just want to do all that I can for him, but don’t feel like I can do enough.
Here is a link to my favorite site discussing what to do if you suspect your baby has a fever or is ill. Dr. Sears really has very sound medical advice, but of course calling your own doctor is the most important thing.
I think I’ve been pretty good at not worrying too much about my baby considering that I was an anxious mess throughout my pregnancy. I like knowing that I can see him and see what’s wrong with him. Lately, though I have been thinking about the *what if’s*. What if he gets sick and I don’t know it, or what if he get sick and is inconsolable? I know it is part of a mother’s nature to want to do what’s best for your baby and to never see him sad. But I can’t seem to squash this nagging fear lately.
I took the little guy’s temperature last night and it was 99.8. He had just had a bath, so that may have raised the temperature more than normal, and it is still below what they consider *too high* for a newborn. I really don’t like for it to be that high though! I’m definitely going to take it again tonight, he just feels a little hotter to me than he usually does. Ahhhh, the ramblings of a worried mommy,,,
My baby is about 7 weeks old. For a 7 week old, everyone says he’s exceptionally strong! This was put to the test when we visited my parents last weekend. He was being held by his grandpa, when he put his feet down and pushed up hard. My dad was a little surprised, but the baby seemed to enjoy himself so they made it into a little game. The baby would play the “standing game”, being supported, but using his full strength in his little legs to push up. It was so cute! He looked like a little standing man. He’s also turned himself over already and can fully hold his head up. I think he’s ready to hit the gym any day now I just hope he doesn’t grow up too fast!
I always say that when my baby cries it is like a have a “Spidey” sense. On my husband’s days off from work he takes the baby downstairs and lets me sleep in a little. Even if I happen to fall into a deep sleep, with the door closed and air conditioning on, I can still hear the cries of my baby.
This phenomenon really makes you think about the biology that is wired in us as mothers. The bond is so deep, down to our innermost workings. The cry of my baby breaks my heart. I’m glad it’s there, even so. It tells me what my baby need, and when he’s sad. I want to do everything in my power to make it better.
As long as my Spidey sense stays in tune, I can attend to my baby’ needs. That is, after all, how God intended it.
I’ve noticed that it takes a very short time to get to know your baby. You learn their noises, facial expressions, and movement. You notice things that other people don’t notice, because it’s your baby, and as a mother you are super in tune to their needs and wants.
My baby is 6.5 weeks old, and it is so amazing to note the changes that are taking place each day. He has discovered his voice and now loves to make cooing noises. I never tire of hearing these noises and it is so neat to see the development taking place.
Of course my favorite development has been the social smile. Nothing has melted my heart faster than those smiles. He does it more and more often now, every day we’ll have a few *smiling sessions* and I can’t imagine anything more perfect that that.
He’s also growing and developing those cute little baby fat folds on his arms and legs. I look at pictures we took soon after the birth and compare them. It is so amazing that so much has changed in such a small amount of time.
Everyone will tell you that the time with a child passes so fast, and they often spout the cliched “They grow up so fast”. I’m finding that’s so true. I want to pause this time in my baby’s life and live in it forever. It is absolutely the best time in my entire life. If there is a meaning to life that people so desperately search for, this is it.
