Look at that sweet face. That’s the look of a seven month old. He turned seven months on New Year’s Eve. He’s not a newborn anymore. He still has his newborn tendencies – pulling his knees up to his chest in fetal position, not being able to sit by himself, not tracking well (yet look at that eye contact), and no attempts at solid foods. But he’s starting to get bigger. We went to the doctor yesterday for the flu booster (ironic huh?) and a couple other shots. He weighed 14 lbs, 11 oz. It’s helping to fortify his milk, that’s for sure.
I have mixed feelings about seven months. Some critical decisions are on the horizon about feeding therapy, nutrition, and so many medical questions still unanswered about his bowel/bladder issues. My expectation is that we would be further along than we are at this point. I’m sure you’ve heard people say that turning 40 is not as bad as turning 41. When you turn 41 you’re actually in your forty’s. You have to face all the ways your life doesn’t match what you expected it would be at that point. That’s how I feel about N. We are actually in the throes of having an infant now. Not a newborn. He should be doing all of the developmental things the charts say and he’s not. Every day I have to remind myself that he’s on his own schedule and is his own little medical mystery.
So with the new year, with a new age, we have new goals. I’m excited and terrified all at the same time and going forward I will cling to my verse.
“Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.” – Jer 33:3
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