The last week has been a little out of the norm for Jack. I had taken last Wednesday off to spend the day with my pal, hoping to play, snuggle & have some fun. Jack’s lungs had different plans for us though… It’s a tough thing to see your typically happy/easy-going/fun-loving baby become an uncomfortable, snot-dripping, mucus-filled coughing mess. He didn’t want to be laid down for naps, or really at all for the first few days. I didn’t mind giving him extra snuggles and holding him to nap for the most part, but after a few days, admittedly my patience had started to wear thin. (Patience has never been my strong suit – one of the many reasons I would make a terrible teacher.) Luckily I’m not a single parent and it was 5 day stretch that both Brian & I were home for with lots of family around to help. PopPop missed Thanksgiving dinner because he was holding Jack while he finally napped amidst all of the noise & craziness that Thanksgiving brings in our family. Grammy entertained him & brought out multiple smiles/giggles when Mom/Dad just couldn't seem to get them from him... PopPop held him again on Friday afternoon for a couple of hours while he napped (PopPop is a good napper). Nana took a turn and held him on Sunday afternoon while he napped, which allowed Brian & I to finish decorating the house, fold laundry, cook dinner, etc. Thank goodness for family!
There was only 1 night that Jack didn’t sleep through the night in his crib and even in between the coughs & nose wipes, he was still squeezing in multiple smiles/giggles.
There was only 1 night that Jack didn’t sleep through the night in his crib and even in between the coughs & nose wipes, he was still squeezing in multiple smiles/giggles.
Everything is relative to what you know and experience. Last week wasn’t terrible but it wasn’t too fun either. We know that we have a good baby on our hands and genuinely feel lucky & blessed 99.9% of the time, but we’re all allowed to feel frustration & self-pity sometimes, right? This morning I had to wake Jack up at 6:40 so we could get him ready for the day and he was such a happy happy boy again, I think Jack may be back and I couldn’t be happier - for everyone’s sake J
On another note, Jack has been very interested in grasping/reaching/lunging for things that catch his eye (tomato soup anyone?).
He seems to get frustrated pretty quickly if he sees something, but cannot reach it or touch it. He still despises being on his belly for any amount of time greater than about 5 seconds, which makes it difficult to teach him how to move in order to get himself to touch those things that catch his eye. As of this morning, he has officially been moved to the Infant 2 room at school. This means he’ll now be surrounded by crawlers/movers which may be the motivation he needs to figure out this whole crawling/scooting thing. It’s convenient to be able to plop him down with toys in front of him and know that he will still be in that same spot when you turn back around…so we’re not overly anxious for him to move. But if his frustration/temper (don’t know WHERE he gets the temper from) also makes us eager for him to be able to control his ability to get to those things that catch his eye… Life is about to get interesting in our house J

