Six Months....

Well, today is the day.  Harper is six whole months old.  Wow.  We had a doctor's appointment--what a way to spend a birthday!  The good news is he weighs 19lbs 12.5oz!  He's in the 90th percentile.  He is 27 inches tall; 75th percentile.  He's deemed perfect per the pediatrician once again and we were even congratulated.  I haven't been congratulated on Harper in months.  It felt good, especially when it feels like his youth is slipping right past me.  Nonetheless, I feel so proud.  He's happy (ridiculously happy 98% of the time), he's healthy, he's smart, and he loves his mother!  I couldn't ask for anything more.

We were told to start the boy on solids.  To do as we wish, or what feels right.  The doctor wants him eating two meals a day consisting of any kind of cereal, any fruits, and or any vegetables.  I thought about foregoing the cereal because it didn't seem to have much nutritional value over breastmilk and fruits and veggies.  After listening to the doctor's speal, I learned that the reason behind the cereal is the iron found in them (duh, he's not about to eat a big piece of meat!) so I decided a nice organic oatmeal would suffice.

Harper will now be joining us at meal time at the table.  I'll feed him first beginning tomorrow, and then he'll stay seated to watch us interact, talk and eat!  I'm excited for family time together and teaching Harper the importance of healthy eating and sharing meal time together as a family.  I do feel slightly somber knowing that after tomorrow morning he will no longer be exclusively breastfed.  It's a weird feeling.  Who cares, right?  Every baby has to grow up soon enough, right?  But I take a little bit of pride in all of his 19#12.5oz, knowing they came from me.  I have grown to LOVE and absolutely adore our  time together nursing.  So this new adventure is exciting, and I'm looking forward to him finding himself a little more, but this mom is learning yet another lesson in letting go.  The doc says he will most likely drop one feeding daily, but maybe not...I can only hope!

He's also allowed a sippy cup full of as much of our wonderful fluoridated water as he wants!  I think he's going to take a liking to this!  He love, love loves my water bottle.  So we grabbed him one, red, just like mommy's!

Again, to honor my boy on his 183rd day.....

4/13/09 :: 19 weeks 3 days

On Friday you will be five months!  Half way until we get to meet you!  Although I feel like we met last Friday.  That's when we had our 19 week ultrasound.  I was so nervous to meet you.  I was scared something would be wrong or you wouldn't be healthy or something, anything, far from perfect.  But you weren't.  You ARE perfect!  Already!  You're the size of a soda can and already perfect!  The ultrasound technician even said, "cute kid"!  And she would know!  She sees eight a day, every day!

I cried when I found out you were a healthy, perfect little boy.  So did my mom.  Gus--your dad--was silent!  This was his first visit to the doctor with you and I because he was in Alaska, fishing for work.

We met you, heard your heartbeat, and watched you play around in my tummy for close to an hour while they made sure you were perfect.  I feel so close to you know--so protective, so proud.  We already want to name you.  Harper Joseph Alexander Molan?  What do you think?  It's the only name, boy or girl, that your Dad and I both love.  We're playing around with it still.  We've got five months before you come to get it just right!  I love you, my little man.  By the way, we're sooo relieved your a boy!