5 Months Old

My sweet baby boy turned five months old while we were in San Diego.  I waited until we got home to take his pictures.  I made sure Mike was home and that Blip was well rested, but he still wasn't quite himself.  I think the previous day of long travels was not our friend for the picture taking.

Our little miracle is getting bigger and bigger.  He is quickly outgrowing his 3-6 month size clothes.  He still fits is some of them, but I have been washing the next size.  Most of what we took on vacation was either 6-9 or 6-12 months.  He outgrew his jammies first...he is too long for them.

Blip is now wearing size 3 diapers.  His thighs are delightfully chunky...and we love them.  His elbows have dimples, and his cheeks are super kissable.

I would like to be writing about how much Blip rolls over and over, but he does not.  He rolls from his back to his tummy still, but he refuses to go the other direction.  When he does roll onto his tummy, he instantly fusses.  We think with all the reflux issues that it must hurt his tummy when he puts all that pressure on it.  He has stopped a lot of the rolling altogether.

At about 4 months 2 weeks, I gave in and started Blip on Oatmeal.  It lasted a few days before the tears started.  We quit that crap altogether.  He doesn't seem to need more food...and he certainly is not interested in eating solids yet, so we will wait until he is.  He is clearly getting enough calories and does not need to start solids until he's at least six months.  I probably won't even go back to the oatmeal crap...we'll just move onto something with nutritional value.

Blip doesn't mind spending time in his high chair. It is helpful to have another place I can safely stow him if/when I need to.

The last month flew by. I can't believe how quickly the days pass.  While we were at the beach last week I noticed the baby's hair growing in a little thicker.  The new hair seems to be very light...close to white.  It seems the blond hair is trying to overtake his auburn hair for now.  Both Mike and I were towheads, so we assumed our baby would be too.  I was thrilled with his auburn hair, but I can hope that once his blond is gone the auburn will return...like mine did.

We are surely blessed.  We were not only given the opportunity to become parents, but we were truly blessed with the best baby ever.  He is so happy...so content.  He sleeps like a champ and rarely fusses.  If he is fussy...he either needs his pants changed, or he needs to eat.  He is nearly holding his own bottle, but not quite.  He does get excited when he sees the bottle of "milkies" coming...and he opens his mouth and leans his body towards it leading with his mouth.  It is so funny to watch.

I love every second I get to spend with my son.  I hate leaving him everyday, but I know he is in good hands.  Mike loves to be home with him for the first half of the day.  They seem to have a good time together each workday. 

I am so thankful for my sweet little Blip.  He brings me joy I didn't know was possible.  Life feels so much more complete with him here.  I love every little thing about him so much.  As I rock him at night, I try to memorize his perfection.  His little ears...the right one is bendy.  His hair is a bit crazy...still a little reddish, but lots of blond growing.  His nose is the perfect shape for his face...and his bottom lip pouts out when he falls asleep.  

His cheeks are full, and he has the softest skin.  As he gets sleepy, Blip rubs his head.  He usually ends up scratching himself, but it seems to soothe him.  Likewise, when I softly rub his head, you can watch his face relax as he is soothed.  His tiny fingers hold my fingers most nights, but lately he's been getting two big handfuls of my shirt and holding on for dear life.  

When he's awake, his deep blue eyes are so full of life.  His eyes are so expressive.  He loves to watch what's going on around him.  He is so interested in what everyone is doing.  When I walk in the door from work, Blip pouts, acts mad, and he refuses to look at me.  It takes him a little while to forgive me and look at me.  It hurt me at first, but I've seen him do it to Mike too, so the sting is slightly less.  He makes eye contact with me while I rock him to sleep or just sit on the couch and feed him. He seems to get over me leaving him all day pretty quickly...and we enjoy the few hours we get together.

I know how lucky we are to have been blessed with this miracle. 

I know I've said it before, but I just ache for those still struggling through the depths of hell that is infertility.  Unless you've experienced that awful place yourself, you will never be able to know the heartache that accompanies the journey.    Fertile people really have no idea how awful it is.  They want a baby...and POOF!  They have a baby.  It makes me laugh when fertiles are just beside themselves because they didn't get pregnant on the first or second try.  It's a teensy glimpse into our nightmare.

It almost hurts us Infertiles to see how quickly it can happen...and how cheap it is! No struggle.  No emotional suffering.  No needles.  No loans.  No physical pain.  No back and forth to appointment after appointment.  Just sex and pregnancy and baby.  It seems unreal that it actually works this way for some.

Infertility seems like it is never-ending. We already struggle knowing that in the next year we will willing leave this happy place away from infertility and venture back into it.  We know our family is not yet complete...Blip has a brother or a sister waiting to join our little family.  I just know it.  I will be so relieved when we will forever be done with infertility.  When something related to this topic is on our terms...finally.  

I will be forever grateful when those I love are no longer struggling to make it to the other side...holding their own child and on this side of infertility.