Lincoln is the most social baby I think I’ve ever met. He smiles at everyone and pretty much has never met a stranger. He did have a bit of separation anxiety that lasted maybe 2 weeks. Maybe. And if he’s in a bad mood, he’d rather be with me or Josh… but even then he’ll play with other people, no problem.
So, if you’ve been keeping up with the blog, you’ll know that we have spent a LOT of time at the doctor and pharmacy. To the point where someone from church went to the pharmacy we go to and they said, “Oh! You know baby Lincoln!” Yeah, he’s famous. And the nurses at the doctor’s office take him from me as soon as we walk in and they just wander around visiting until it’s time for him to see the doctor.
Last week we went to the doc for Lincoln’s 11 month check up and it started out like normal… wandering around with the nurses, laughing at everyone, clapping, etc. Then the doctor came into the waiting room and walked to his office and Lincoln just saw him and freaked out. He started screaming! They promptly gave him back to me and we just played until it was his turn to see the doctor. We walked into the exam room and as soon as he saw him he started crying again. He hadn’t said anything or touched him or anything. Just being in the room was too much. So we did the exam and Lincoln screamed…. so the doctor tried to give him a toy, he screamed. The doctor tried to give him a balloon, he screamed. The doctor pretended to be hurt, he screamed. What in the world?
Then, yesterday we went to the pharmacy (just to visit… no one is sick!). The girls that work there took him and were playing and walking around with him and then the head pharmacist (a man) took him and was playing with him, he was fine. Then he tried to give him a balloon and as soon as he started blowing it up Lincoln freaked out and started screaming like he was in the worse pain of his life. I felt terrible, but it took Josh and I a good 3 minutes to stop laughing long enough to take Lincoln back and calm him down. It was way funnier than it should have been. Weird kid.
A few weeks ago we started giving Lincoln grilled cheeses for lunch and he LOVES it. And he’s all about feeding himself with the spoon now… which means meals take that much longer. But he’s adorable, nonetheless.
OK, so a while ago now I posted a question on Facebook about nursing when traveling over different time zones. And since then, I’ve got back and forth a million times. Do I wean him before we leave? While we’re there? After we return? Let him wean when he’s ready? Nurse him til he’s 18? Ha. Ok, obviously not. But seriously. It’s way more complicated than it should be…
We’re already down to just nursing when he wakes up and when he goes to bed. Basically, every 12 hours. The main two options are drop the night feeding this weekend then let the day we leave be the last time I nurse him in the morning. Or just keep going until we get to the states and see what happens. With the way our flights are, I can make it work to nurse on the way over (I think). But do I really want to do that? He’s already super distracted when we nurse. And it’s 100 times worse if we’re not in his bedroom with no noises. Do I really want to feed him on a plane? In a tiny little seat? And hope that Josh can hold a blanket up to cover us because the boy will NOT nurse under a cover. Or do I just wean him early? 360 days is a good run, right?
In some ways I feel guilty about stopping early. I know lots of people don’t make it to the year mark… but it’s usually because of supply issues or the baby decides they don’t want to nurse anymore. Is it ok for me to say I’m done? There have been sooo many days in the last year where I have so wanted to be done. To have the freedom to make my own schedule and not have it be dictated by when we have to nurse. But now that it’s almost over, I’m so sad! I know we hvae to stop eventually. I can’t nurse him forever. And really, I only wanted to make it to a year. So what is the big deal to stop 5 days early?
Why is it so hard to make this decision!?!?!
So, I fully intended on posting this on time, but then I got the dreaded stomach bug… so it’s a few days late. Oops.
I feel like it’s been one of those months where we CANNOT get well. Lincoln’s been sick or teething, Josh and I have both dealt with the stomach bug and Lincoln got a sinus infection. And our poor little guys has really, really bad allergies (we think?) and has been waking up with gunk in his eyes and a supper stuffy nose. Ugh. It’s summer, I thought sickness was supposed to be a fall and spring thing. Anyway.
He’s growing like crazy! But mostly up, not out. He’s still skinny…. but at least the doctor seems to be content with his weight for now. We’ve been starting the weaning process for a few weeks now, so Lincoln’s started drinking goat milk like a champ. He’s also eating more and more normal people food like pancakes, chicken sandwiches (from Arby’s… it’s like sandwich meat) and grilled cheeses. He loooves to eat. And gets really mad when meal times are over.
He’s still not talking a lot. He will say what sounds like a word every now and then, but nothing consistent. Maybe it’s living with two languages?
Our friends who live in Saudi came to visit a few weeks ago and they have a 4 month old… it was so funny to watch Lincoln with a baby. He’s never been around anyone younger than him and he kept wanting to tough her and was so confused when she cried. Hilarious.
Naps are still consistent… but some days they’re not quite long enough. Oh well. He’s happy and awake. I’m just hoping he adjusts to the time change well when we come to the states in a few weeks! A FEW WEEKS! Yes.