My beautiful baby boy is now 9 months old. Oh how the time flies when your days blur by in one big haze of exhaustion and frustration. We took him to the doctor yesterday for his 9 month check-up. He weighs 18 pounds which puts him in the 22nd percentile. That seems low considering the fact that he definitely feels huge. He's almost triple his birth weight but apparently he is small for a baby his age. He is a whopping 28 inches tall which is the 36th percentile. So he is a not too short but very skinny baby.
This little child of mine already has two teeth that grew in almost simultaneously on the bottom of his mouth. The teething that accompanied those teeth was pretty brutal. Lots of cranky nights and days, but the orajel and pain reliever really seemed to help. Well, his top two teeth are coming in now and if I thought the last round of teething was brutal, I had no idea that it could get worse. The orajel barely helps and the pain reliever really only gets rid of his fever. Maybe this is because of his winky surgery and getting to be on lortab for three days. Tylenol is nothing compared to the pain relief you get with lortab and it definitely doesn't give you a high.
Pile all the teething onto the fact that now he has a troublemaker personality and you have some problems. He loves to get into everything that he knows he can't get into. The dog food, the dog beds, the dirt in the house plant, the bathroom, grandma's room. Maybe we have too many no-no places, but really some of those things you would never want your 9 month getting into. He can be cute though. He gets this adorably devilish grin on his face when he knows he's doing something wrong. He gets the biggest smile when I walk into the house after a day of work. He cries when mommy, daddy, grandma, or grandpa leave. He dances to any music he hears, especially the theme song to That 70's Show.
Of course the frustrations that come with being a parent are nothing compared to the frustrations of being an adult. Too many bills, not enough money. Or the frustrations of being a student. Tuition costs too much, get extra financial aid because of being a mother, but have reached the maximum hours for financial aid. (Huh?)
Exhaustion comes very much from both being a parent and a working adult. The baby sometimes wakes up all night or takes a long time going down for the night, then you go to work all day for a week before getting a day off and on your day off the baby wakes up at 6 in the morning when he usually wakes up between 7:30 and 8.
Oh the joys of being a mom.
More updates to come when I'm not so tired from working all day and hopefully some happy posts. (I can't promise that I will remember to post soon, but I will certainly try.)
