We’ve taken to calling you Rooster — a fairly natural slide from Remy to Remy Roo to Remy Roo Hoo to Remy Rooster to just Rooster — and I must say…the nickname fits. You are loud. Usually first thing in the morning.
Since we last caught up, we’ve had a few steps forward and a few steps back.
First of all, you’re sitting up! And not in a wobbly, just-learning kind of way. You have amazing core strength and it’s a game-changer for me to be able to put you down for a few moments, even if it’s just to get a glass of water or take a phone call.
You also have two very sharp bottom teeth. My poor baby, you did not enjoy the teething process and to be honest, I didn’t even check for them until they were just about to cut through your gums. It seemed crazy that you could already have them! But I knew for sure that they were there when you bit me during breastfeeding — hard enough that I started bleeding.
We also just started solids. Well, playing with them. You don’t seem to have a lot of interest so far, and even though I love the baby-led weaning process, it just doesn’t seem to be working with you. So I’ve started giving you some purees and squishy food, just to get you use to swallowing and tasting new things.
Your gummy smile is so contagious. You absolutely adore your sister, and thankfully, she’s very patient as you yank her hair, slobber on her face with “kisses” and shriek in her ear. She loves you so much and the first thing she does when we pick you up at school is run over to the stroller to check on “my baby, Mommy!”
But, let’s be honest. You are a handful. When we’re not calling you Rooster, we’re referring to you as Mommy’s Monkey. You hate being even a few steps away from me. When I pick you up, especially after you’ve been in someone else’s arms or on the floor, you grip my arm and yank my shirt so hard that I fear you’ll never let go.
I know that separation anxiety is normal, especially at this age, but it’s difficult when you won’t even let your Daddy hold you for a few moments so I can shower or go out and run errands.
I’m hesitant to share it because I know it’s a very controversial topic. But we started sleep training you a few days before your 6-month mark. And it worked. Amazingly well. I was putting you in your crib around 7 each night and after a few nights, you had started to drop off right away. You woke up for a quick feeding at 10:30 and then went right back to sleep for 7 hours.
I was ready to throw myself a party. Until…you got an ear infection. (We both battled a nasty cold and I guess that led to it). I felt — still feel — terrible because I had no idea that you were in pain until we went for your checkup and the doctor diagnosed you. Ironically, you’d had your calmest stretch in months, so I didn’t have any concerns.
But because of that, I backslid a bit. I couldn’t stand to hear you cry, so I let you take your naps in a baby-wearing carrier during the day. And I brought you back into bed with us at night.
So, where are we? I’m not certain. I do know that I’m tired.
And I sure do love you, kid. I’m trying my best not to wish these difficult months away. As I type this, you’re asleep on my chest and I’m inhaling your beautiful baby scent. I’m feeling your little hands knead me while you snooze. And I’m a little weepy realizing how lucky I am to be your mom. To be your comfort. To be your safe space.
Thank you for being mine, Rooster.