Cooper finally had his 6th month check-up and all is well! He kept a close eye on the doctor, nurse, and nursing student who came to poke and prod him and enthusiastically waved at them as if to tell them they were dismissed. The waving thing is a fairly new phenomenon. I’m not 100% convinced he knows what it means or that he’s doing it in direct response to our waving, but if anyone asks, he’s waving and he’s clearly a genius. The genius’s shape takes the now-familiar form of a lollipop:
Head circumference: 17.75 inches. 80th percentile. Yowza.
Height: 27 inches. 55th percentile. As expected.
Weight: 14 lbs, 8 oz. 3rd percentile. And here we thought he was a chunk!
The real news is that Cooper started daycare last week! He’s only going 2 days a week for starters, mainly until we can get past the whole only-Mom-can-feed-me thing. The first day went relatively well in the sense that he was interested in playing with all the “new” toys and babies, took a couple of naps, and did not seem distressed but he only ate a little bit of solid food the whole time he was there. The second day was a little better where he took 2 longer naps, ate a little more food, and his teacher claimed she got him to drink one ounce from the bottle. Today’s dropoff included a few tears as Mike was leaving but apparently he had already napped and drank 2 ounces of milk from a sippy. Success! Relief!
That success did not come without some frustration, of course. Bedtime was especially interesting yesterday. Cooper was very irritable and somewhat inconsolable, which I’m guessing is either teething (always the theory) or a reaction to the vaccines from earlier in the day. He cried when I held him, cried when I put him down, cried when I tried to nurse him, and cried when I jumped in surprise and pain when he bit me. An hour later, he finally calmed down and passed out on my shoulder and slept for 4 straight hours, which is a record these days. When he awoke, he seemed to have the same irritability as bedtime but I was concerned he hadn’t had anything to eat in 7 hours so I thought I’d try something new. I had dug up Maxon’s old starter sippies the day before and it was the next thing I was going to offer up to Cooper. I poured a little pumped milk in it and waited to see what would happen. I had tried various cups before with marginal success, with about half of the milk dribbling down his chin, and obviously bottles were just a chew toy but imagine my surprise when I saw Cooper working the sippy like nobody’s business. He ended up drinking what I estimated to be a normal nursing amount and was immediately content. It was 2am, I had been up for nearly an hour, I now needed to pump, but by golly, I still felt like there was hope for us yet!