The Baby

It’s been awhile since I’ve talked about the baby. And no, I don’t really have a cute nickname for him. Racer and I have thought of several, but haven’t decided on one quite yet. So until then, the baby it is.

He’s nine months old now, well almost. He’s about 25 lbs. I’m not sure what I’ve been feeding him to create such a healthy baby boy! We are still breastfeeding, so I know that is part of it. He wants to eat what is on our plate and loves fruit!

He’s at the stage too, where he wants to be moving like his bigger siblings. Crawling is a race and he loves to go up the stairs and play in Girlie’s room. His other favorite play spot? The dogs’ water dish. He likes to snack on their food too.

The baby’s still waking up 2 times a night to nurse. He just comes into bed with me and we snuggle for a while, then he goes back to bed. He’s quite a quick nurser now because he wants to be going and doing, not being still with me. He likes to sleep in his own bed or car seat and fights sleep anywhere else. He’s a happy baby and people love to interact with him.

I’ll admit, I’m a little sad the he’s my last baby. After four c-sections, I know it was the right decision to have my tubes tied. The risks of having a 5th c-section would’ve been much higher and while I healed very well after the first three, I was much slower to heal this time around. My mid-section is shot from the surgeries and I need to be around to care for my family. Having a tubal was the right thing to do. It’s still hard though. I loved being pregnant. I love the baby snuggles. I love the baby smiles. I’m trying to enjoy this last baby of mine.

I look forward to watching the baby and Gorilla grow up together. I think they are going to have great fun and trouble together. Girlie mothers him and Blue and Professor are looking forward to when he gets a little older. It’s hard to think about what the baby is going to be like when he is older. When he is Blue’s age, she’ll be the same age Racer is now.

Wow, that just hit me a little hard.

Wow.

My babies just won’t stay babies forever will they. I wish I could keep them around forever, but then again, when they’re my age, they better not be living at home mooching off me… But I digress.

Back to the baby – he’s good. He has 8 teeth, 1 black eye, 0 baby books and a houseful of people who love him.

What more could a baby ask for?