Judah. Poor little neglected 3rd child. He never gets any column inches and rarely any photos are snapped…hardly any attention at all!
Unless the issue at hand is his next meal.
Much has been written about his weight and his feeding schedule and the cumbersomeness that is breastfeeding and pumping for a bottomless pit while working a wonky schedule with supply issues. For the record, we are supplementing with formula at night while I am at work. Whatever I pump at work he drinks during the day while I sleep, unless it’s not enough, then he comes into bed with me to nurse and I try and get another hour or so before I get up. Then I’m on call until he goes down for the night, he nurses on demand. And by demand I mean DEMAND, in every sense of the word.
Judah has two stations. Happy and hungry. There is no in between really. He fusses when he needs his pants changed but will then go back to “happy”. When he’s hungry, all bets are off. Nothing is going to stop the crying for more than a few seconds and as soon as he’s near something (anything) that he can put in his mouth, he goes to town. Pacifiers are so last week. (sigh)
Yesterday we had our 4 month appointment. I know, 1 day before he turned 5 months*, but whatever. Third kid- he’s lucky we went at all, right?
He weighed 18 pounds and 7 ounces.
That is only 10 pounds less than his 2 year old brothers.
That is 3 pounds heavier than Lincoln and almost 5 pounds heavier than Wyatt at the same age.
He’s on the 95th percentile across the board- he’s tall, he’s got a big ol’ head jut like his brothers and he’s got some weight on his bones.
He’s wearing mostly 6 month but *some* 9 month clothes. This just doesn’t work with my clothing timeline!
Did I mention we haven’t even thought about solid foods yet? I think he might skip the brown rice cereal and go right for whatever we’re having! I’m going to hold off awhile, no need to have three in highchairs just yet.
Oh! Only 1 month until I hit my short-term breastfeeding goal. I know it’s not exclusively breastfeeding, but it’s the best we can do and it’s so much more than I was ever able to do with the boys. I’m pretty excited.
*When we had him in for thrush around the 4 month mark he was almost 17lbs, so, still pretty impressive.