Baby Nugget – 7 Months

Well, kid, as of August 2nd you are 7 months old!


It wasn’t a very eventful month for us. After July 4th things slowed down a little bit. We mostly just chilled at the house. But you did go to the mall with mommy one day. You rode in your stroller and took in the sights and were a very good boy! You also got to sit up in the big boy seat of the shopping cart at Walmart! You loved it and mommy is now on the hunt for a shopping cart cover for you.


You are cutting your first tooth right now and it is NOT fun! We can see a little bit of white poking through your top gum. I’ll be glad when it’s here and I can have my happy baby back!

What are your stats and what does the doctor say?

We went to your 6 month check up on July 15th and you were 18lbs 13oz and 27.5 inches long! You are growing growing growing! You were 70th percentile for  weight and 75th percentile for height! You’ve got a pretty big head, too haha! Dr. Chris said your big head means you’re either going to be very smart or very stubborn…or both (which is what I’m banking on)! We had an impromptu doctor visit on July 31st because you’ve been very cranky and tugging at your ear. Dr. Chris said there was a HUGE amount of earwax in your ear, so much that he couldn’t see inside. So he cleaned your ear out and said everything looked good other than the massive amount of wax. At that visit you were already up to 19lbs 6oz! You are growing SO fast!

We also talked to Dr. Chris about your sleeping habits, which just seem to be getting worse. Dr. Chris suggested trying some sleep training. He gave us some literature on it and said it’s not for everyone, but that he and his wife did it with their daughter at 9 months old and wished they had done it sooner. Basically, we will put you bed drowsy but awake and let you learn to soothe yourself to sleep. Right now you depend very heavily on a bottle to soothe you, which wouldn’t be so bad except you are getting up several times a night and there is no reason you should need that many bottles at night. We let you cry for 5 minutes at a time, then mommy can go in to comfort you for 1 minute (without picking you up) and then we wait another 5 minutes and so on. I’m not sure if its something that I can do, listen to you cry, but we are at our wits end at nighttime and don’t know what else to try. Wish us luck!!!

What are you eating?

You are still eating Enfamil Infant formula. 7-8oz every 4 hours. You have baby food 1-2 times a day and like to snack on your Baby Mum-Mums (we call them Num Nums) or have a taste of whatever mommy and daddy are eating once in a while. We got you some snacks out of the baby aisle to try. You don’t care for the yogurt melts, I think they are too tangy, and you won’t even put the “baby cheetos” (Parent’s Choice Little Munchers) in your mouth.


When do you eat and sleep?

You wake up anytime between 6am and 8am. You have a bottle every 4 hours, which amounts to 4 bottle a day. Sometime you get cereal or fruit (baby food) in the morning, and you usually get baby food at lunch time. At dinner time you like to eat while mom and dad eat, so you usually get one of your Num Nums or something you can feed yourself. You’ve been getting up 1-2 times at night lately and a bottle is the only thing that will soothe you back to sleep now that you are cutting teeth. Thank goodness that is getting better!

What do your routines look like?

Same ole same ole! You have your feeding schedule throughout the day, and you usually take a morning nap and an afternoon nap. We play throughout the day and sometimes go to town to run errands. You have a bath every other day usually. At bedtime you get your overnight diaper on and jammies and daddy reads a story, then mommy gives you your bottle and puts you down for the night. You’ve only been staying in your crib for a couple hours at a time, and once you wake up it is a battle to get you back to sleep! I’m hoping once your teeth come in this will get better though!


What size clothes and diapers are you wearing?

6-9 months and 9 months clothes and size 3 diapers. You are getting big!

What are some things you love?

You love to eat and put anything you can in your mouth! You love to ride in the car, you get very excited anytime we put you in your carseat. You love your new toys that mommy’s friend from work brought you (her little boy outgrew them). You love being outside or looking out the window. You love our doggie, Jenny! She is a beagle and getting up there in age…at least 10 years old. I feel like I haven’t given her much attention since you came along, but now that its warmer we go out to see her often and you just giggle and laugh at her. We gave her a bath the other day and she laid on her back at your feet waiting for you to rub her belly haha! 🙂


What are some things you don’t love?

You don’t like having your picture made (at least professionally!). You don’t like having your nose wiped or when mommy sucks the snot out with the Nose Frida. You’ve had a bad runny nose since Tuesday and you can barely breath when you lay down at night. But after the past week of Saline Spray, Nose Frida, Boogie Wipes, and the cool mist humidifier, I think you are finally starting to get better! I just hope it hasn’t drained into your ears 😦

What can you do?

You can sit up on your own like a pro! You can say Da-da. You can stand while assisted. You are trying very hard to pull yourself up. You’ve almost figured out how to get up on your hands and knees into the crawl position, but you’re not quite there yet. You can reach for people to pick you up.


What are we looking forward to in the next month?

Before you turn 8 months old you will hopefully get that nasty tooth in that’s been bothering you and we will probably work on your sleep training at some point! Yikes!


Death and Tragedy



This is going to be a very sad post.  {Don’t worry, everything is fine with Baby Nugget so far!}

Yesterday I woke up to a very normal day.  It was Friday, finally!  After a long 3 day weekend, my 4 day work week seemed much longer than it actually was.  I was tired.  Exhausted, really.  It takes a lot of effort nowadays to get myself out of bed {plus the morning sickness is in fact much worse in the mornings than it is any other time of the day}.  This had been a particularly busy week and I was extra tired and extra glad it was Friday.

So I finally got up and got cleaned up like normal.  At around 6:30am I was sleepily applying some makeup to my face while Chelsea Lately played on the TV in the background, pretty much right on track with my normal morning routine.  I had no idea that at that exact same time, someone I’m very close to’s life was drastically changing and turning upside down.  So I finished putting on my mascara, threw on my scrubs, grabbed a pop tart out of the cabinet, and headed out the door at around 7:06am.

I got to work early, as usual, because I have to leave so early to beat the traffic from all the construction on the interstate.  So I sat in the break room and ate my pop tart and grumbled about how glad I was it was Friday.  I mean, really, the only things I had to complain about were being tired and exhausted and nauseous, which are all things caused by this beautiful miracle that I hope and pray is still growing inside me everyday.

So I suck it up and get to work.  The doors to the clinic open and all of our surgery patients from yesterday are here for their post-ops exams today.  The first half hour or so is pretty hectic and fast paced as we try to get all these patients in.  Then the normal rush of patients resumes.  Just a normal Friday in my books.

Close to 9:00, I saw a set of blue surgical scrubs walking down the hall of the clinic.  It was M, one of the scrub techs that works in our surgery center.  On Fridays a plastic surgeon uses our surgery center and they had cases today, so I was surprised to see her over here in the clinic.  But I smiled as she walked towards me and said, “Hi, M!”

She did not smile back.  She finished walking towards me, almost with purpose it seemed now, and she grabbed my hand.  “I need you guys to be thinking about A today,” she said immediately.

A is another girl that works in the surgery center.  She and I are good friends.  Not just work friends, but outside of work friends.  We hang out.  We have girls’ nights.  We go to dinner, movies, we have a standing date every year to go to this silly haunted corn maze at Halloween.  We have plans to attend a concert together 3 hours out of town this month…the same one hubby doesn’t want me going to now since I’ll be toting around Nugget as well.  The point is, we aren’t just work friends.  We’re real life friends.

The next words out of M‘s mouth were, J was killed this morning.”

J is A‘s husband.

At first I looked at her and didn’t really comprehend what she said.  “No,” I said. “What?? No…”  She confirmed I had heard correctly and gave me a few details.  He was out of town for work.  The van he and 2 other guys were in flipped.  He was dead at he scene due to massive injuries.  By that time the flood gates had opened.  The tears started and I couldn’t stop them.  {I’m having a hard time holding them back as I write this.}  I knew J.  I wasn’t super close to him, but I knew him.  But way more than that, I am close to A.  And my heart was completely broken in two for her.

J was only 34 years old.  A is 33.  They have two little girls, ages 5 years and 6 months.  J’s job had him out of town for weeks at a time, then he would get to come home for a week or two, and then back out again.  A hated it.  She recently had told him she wanted him to look for something different.  I mean, she had a hard enough time handling him being gone for a couple weeks…how in the world is she going to deal with this???

I know A and I know about her life before she met J.  He came into her life and turned it completely around.  He became a daddy to S, their 5 year old girl, who was just an infant when he came into her life.  They had a court hearing scheduled for Wednesday June 5th for him to legally adopt her.  Baby P is 6 months old and looks just like J.  They had a hard time conceiving her, and after a few months finally got pregnant on their first round of Clomid.  I resented A after that.  And I pretty much resented her throughout her entire pregnancy, like the horrible infertile friend that I am.  Now that all seems petty and stupid.  And I’m so glad now that it only took one round.  I’m so glad J got to spent at least 6 months with Baby P.  I’m so glad A has that part of him to hold onto now, even though I can’t even imagine how hard it must be for her right now.

As infertiles, we know all too well how quickly something we love can be snatched away from us.  But this, to me, is entirely different.  I don’t understand how this happens.  Its not fair.  And I hate that this has to be a part of life.  I hate that S has to loose the only daddy that she’s ever known.  I hate that baby P will grow up never knowing that daddy.  I hate that in the back of my mind I know that A is not going to be able to deal with this, and I don’t know where that’s going to leave her or her girls.

I’ve cried a lot of tears for my friend since yesterday.  And I’ve told my husband I love him I don’t even know how many times.

I wish that there was more that I could do.