I have had a hard time sitting down to write about our baby because... he is just so amazing. I know I won't be able to articulate my love and his awesomeness. He has been so much fun and such a blessing. But I wanted to try to detail his life lately. I wrote emails to my older boys' birthmoms weekly or every other week when they were first born. But Rudy's birthmom prefers texts. I don't want him to miss out on the details of his early life, so I will try to document as much as possible here on the blog to preserve the memories.
Rudy is 2.5 months, but people assume he's much older. I
get, "Oh, he's darling! Is he about 4 months?" all day. People at the
store, the lady taking his picture, people at church, the guy at the
Taco Bell drive-thru, even the pediatrician said he looks and acts
developmentally like a 4-month old baby. At his 2-month appointment he
was 12 pounds (65th percent) and 23 inches long (45 percent) but he
carries all his weight in his face (like my other two). He is very
barrel-chested and so he looks really, really big. Plus he has a full
head of hair. And he is really interactive and will smile and coo at
anyone who looks at him. It all adds up to him seeming older. SAD! I
really, really wish I could freeze time because there is nothing better
than having a newborn. And this little newborn is growing up way too fast.
Rudy is just so sweet. I am surprised he has any cheeks left,
considering how many times a day I kiss them. I could just eat him, he
is so squishy. He has reddish-brown curly hair. It gets less
curly as I rub my hands and face all over it all day, but after his bath
it is really, really curly and getting curlier with time. He hasn't
lost any of his hair yet, but it is considerably lighter then when he was
born. He has really pale skin, red-head skin. Interestingly
enough, he looks exactly like Buddy did when he was this age. Same
color hair, same eyes, same squishy cheeks, same chest, same fat legs,
same spoiled milk smell.
...And same personality. Oh boy, we are in BIG trouble with this baby.
Buddy was the most active baby, toddler, and boy I've ever associated
with. And this third baby of ours is just the same. He loves to jump on my
lap, he kicks his legs constantly, his neck is strong and totally steady
on his head, he loves tummy time. Plus he looks all around and is
totally aware of everything. When he wakes up from a nap and I pick him
up, he turns his head back and forth, back and forth to look at
everything to see if anything has changed since he went to sleep. Buddy
used to do that too.
Rudy rolls over all the time. I still am not sure
if it's on purpose or what, but he's done it probably 30 times now. He
first rolled over at 8 days old and hasn't stopped. But he only does it when his clothes are off.
He is just like his older brother socially too, but more so. He is very
interactive. He smiled and cooed at 5 weeks. He makes eye contact
with anyone that looks at him. He tracks us as we walk around. If he
can hear us, or if the kids are wrestling or loud nearby but aren't
playing with him, he tries to get their attention and has been doing
that for several weeks. He kicks his legs and yells out for them to notice him.
I'm not sure if he laughs or not. He squeals from the belly and
coughs as a giant smile stretches clear across his face, then he gets
the hiccups. It's not a true laugh like what you normally hear from an infant, but he's been doing that for a few
weeks now. And it is so incredibly cute, I can hardly stand it.
He has no interest in toys yet. Not even
the mat with hanging toys that my other two boys LOVED at this age (and
earlier actually). He does, however, love being held. He loves being
sung to. His favorite songs are "Wheels on the Bus," and "Old
McDonald." He also likes to be played with any which way. Toys are no
fun. Big brothers that rough-house and adoring mamas are VERY fun.
So yes, he is held a ton. He is pretty much incapable of laying on the
floor or sitting in his seat by himself. I know this is normal for the
age, but I think we've also contributed to the problem. Oh well. The
"I want to be held constantly" window is so short for babies, I don't
mind.
He sleeps wonderfully. I'm not going to brag too much because I've
learned people don't want to hear it... but he sleeps through the night
from 10pm until 7am, sometimes later if the older kids are quiet. He
has been doing it consistently since 8 weeks, but was hit or miss since 6
weeks. Of my three, he was the hardest to train because he loves his binky but it
wouldn't stay in. Plus it was hard to be up all night training him and
have to be up early to take the older kids to school. But I stuck to my
guns even though I was so tired I was seeing stars most days and
nights. And it paid off. He has never once "cried it out" during
the night. He was sleeping in his bouncy seat until this past weekend
because he chokes in his sleep and I wanted him upright. But he seems to be getting better about
that, so we moved him to his crib without any trouble at all. In fact,
I think he sleeps better in the crib. He was so wiggly, he would slide down the
seat and almost fall out sometimes.
Three babies.
Three different personalities and sleep patterns. All sleep trained
early enough that they didn't even know what was happening. I have
seriously considered selling my sleep-training services. I know how tired I was for
6ish weeks, and I would have paid good money to have someone else do the
dirty work. (But honestly,
I'm not going to judge you if your baby doesn't sleep. I can't get my
oldest son to do things most 9-year olds do easily, so I have my strengths and weaknesses in my parenting.)
He loves to be swaddled and doesn't really try to get out like my other two did. (We called/call Sambo Houdini for good reason.) Rudy is my first baby that has been sleep trained with my special swaddle-velcro-straight-jacket-blanket. My sister told me about it when Sambo was three months, so we started him on it then. But it has been wonderful to have from the start with this baby. What a brilliant invention!
He is a pretty good eater too. His birthmom nursed him constantly in
the hospital for two days, but luckily he had no issues switching to a
bottle and formula. He eats 4 ounces every three hours. I have him on a
very strict schedule because it stresses me out to be trying to get out
the door for school pickup or whatever, and having him cry because he needs to eat. So I
worked out a plan that fits with our day and it has been great. He
knows when it's time to eat and wakes up and starts smacking his lips. I
feed him at 7am, 10, 1, 4, 7, and 10pm. Sometimes (usually) he takes a really
long time to eat... like 45 minutes. He wiggles quite a bit and shakes
his head around and isn't the type to just sit there, relax and eat, but
it's not too bad. If I need him to hurry up, I use a bottle with a
faster flow and he eats quicker. I save those bottles for times I day
I'm busier. I'm a freaking genius, I tell you. He burps at least twice,
sometimes up to four times each bottle.
He was
extremely gassy as a newborn. He wasn't fussy because he easily got his
gas out. You've heard the term: "silent but deadly." His pediatrician was lucky enough to smell his gas and encouraged me to switch him to "gentle" formula. His birthmom's
older son also needed gentle formula, so it was an obvious decision. He
has not had a problem with gas since. The funny thing about the gas,
though, was nobody wanted to hold him at first because he smelled so
bad. I loved this, of course, because then I didn't have to share him.
He does spit up like crazy. Our other two did too. The first time he
spit up, PTSD came on like a wave and that's no joke. He is always soaked, he always
smells like spoiled cheese, and our carpets, clothes and couches are
destroyed. He is a volcano! But I actually think he is the least bad
of the three. He is the first that hasn't had to be medicated, so
that's good. And he is happy and chubby, so he's not bothered by it.
He is a mommy's boy. My first! Buddy was everybody's boy and Sambo
was/is a daddy's boy. This little baby adores me and I love it! He
reacts so strongly to me and gives me the biggest smiles every time I
look at him. And he much prefers me to hold him. I got the first
smiles and coos. I worked hard for this baby, so I think I deserve all
the love he gives me!
A few other things: he hasn't been sick yet, which is saying something considering he was born in the middle of flu season. And considering he is man-handled constantly. But me and Sambo are vigilantes about hand-washing, so I think that's helped. I am so grateful because by this age Sambo had been to the hospital and doctor for stomach flu and RSV.
He loves to suck. He loves his binky, but still can't keep it in his mouth. He is no respecter of binkies either. He gladly will suck on any type and we have three different kinds, trying to figure out which stays in his mouth the best. He loves sucking on his hands now too. I'm imagining a real challenge keeping all the kids' Legos, rocks, and other small toys out of his mouth in a few short months.
And he is such a squeaky little baby. This is definitely his trademark, besides his big smiles. We can hear him squeaking in his crib even with his door closed. He definitely has perfected the response to "what does an elephant say?" Unfortunately, I have noticed this week that he is squeaking less and less. I'm going to miss his newborn sounds so much. Fortunately, we've tried to get his squeaks on video as much as possible so we never forget.
He
was born with a point elf ear, which was perfect for Christmas. It's starting
to fold over now, which is too bad because it is really cute.
Oh,
how we love him. We each kiss him approximately 7000 times per day.
He is perfect, precious, and so squishy.
