I can't believe that one year ago I was sitting at my really sucky old job that had nothing to do with my degree but was close to home, paid well, and had great benefits in Gloucester and counting down the weeks until my due date. 10 days later, due to being diagnosed with the beginnings of pre-eclampsia, I was ordered off work and on total rest. And another 9 days after that, I was induced. Kellan came along 8 days early, but not a moment too soon for me. Then again, that February 29th birthday (his due date) would have been really cool!
I am pleased to announce that the biting has stopped. Completely. He's also nursing wonderfully again, even during the usual "off times" (ie right when I get home from work, when we're out in public, etc). I am thrilled, relieved, and so happy that our nursing relationship is back to being enjoyable for both parties. Many people told me that it was just a stage, but when you're right in the middle of it, what a horrible and endless stage it can seem!
He is also eating again. And eating, and eating. Back to his old self. And he's doing really well with more solid foods. Picking up and eating mandarin orange slices, bread, noodles, and so on. He'd never done that before this last episode of food aversion.
Our momentous event of this week was Kellan's pulling himself up to standing. And now he can do it consistently. Crawls over to the couch (he's only been crawling for a month), pulls up to his knees (using the couch for leverage), then onto his feet and usually brisk walks to grab the remote control, Daddy's hair, the paperback novel, or any other taboo object which has been left on the no longer baby safe sofa.
He is also in and out of his crib now. Its pushed up next to our bed (makes getting him in and out of our bed for night nursing much easier). Last night he was sleeping (or so I thought) when I suddenly felt something crash down upon my sleeping body. It was my son. He'd got up and launched himself over the bars of his crib onto our bed. There are slightly more subtle ways of telling me that you want to nurse!
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It may be a family trait. My mom said that she had to move my sister into a bed at about 16 months old, as she was simply too dangerous with all of the dropping out of her crib. At least, so far, he only drops onto the bed side of his crib. If he went the other way, he might not do it again soon!
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