Our family nurse/health visitor came round to weigh Henry again today, and check-in to see how we are all doing. Henry now weighs 14lbs 10oz and is still right on track. We told her about Henry waking up again for feeds, wanting to feed all the time and all the other ‘signs’ to begin weaning that he has given us.
So, on her advice, we decided to start giving him solids. I made a massive batch of carrot puree (and parsnip seperately for later), and we started to feed him a little today. He loved his carrot. When the first spoonful touched his lips, the concentration on his face was immense. It was like a whole new world had opened up to him. Before long, he was opening his mouth as wide as he could for more, and slurping it all off the spoon. He didn’t even do that thing I was expecting of him that most babies do, when they push it all out again with their tongues. He only had a little, as it was his first try and we didn’t want to overdo it, but he was very happy to eat more.
I’m excited to carry on doing this. I’m so glad that it went well today, especially after the disasterous swimming episode earlier.
We woke up early again this morning, and took that lovely journey to the doctors’ surgery. Second time round, we knew what to expect. Henry was clean, recently fed, and given lots and lots of cuddles. He cried a little when the needles went in, but he cheered up pretty quick when I distracted him with my smiling face.
It wasn’t too bad this time. It was quick, and we were in and out and back home in a flash. Henry doesn’t have any sort of reaction to the injections, and it is business as usual.
Same time next month?
Henry’s check up was all fine; I couldn’t help laughing at him as he was being examined on the doctor’s bed. He was looking at me and his daddy as if to say ‘Why am I naked, in this strange room? Who is this man? Oh, why is he doing that?’. His big, wide eyes were just trying to figure out what on earth was going on. Until we had to go to see the nurse for his first immunisations. The poor guy didn’t know what had hit him. One needle in each of his chubby little thighs. I couldn’t even watch – his daddy held him while I turned away.
It’s for his own good though, I know that. But his big, puppy-dog eyes looking up at me all tearful melted my heart! I felt so incredibly mean even though it had to be done. I’d bought a bottle of Infant Capol for the occasion, as advised, but after we had got home he settled down and was satisfied with lots of cuddles and attention.
I’d heard a lot about other babies getting temperatures as a reaction to the injections, but Henry was absolutely fine. We just kept an eye on him that evening though. I’m not looking forward to the next set, but it is protecting him from getting all those serious illnesses. I will just have to grin and bear it!