April 8, 2011

Telling someone how you really feel shouldn't be a crime, especially when you put so much time and thought into your message to him or her.

Success!

Torin's surgery went as planned, with no complications. He has been eating quite well today, staying hydrated. We've had to administer some Tylenol and Motrin, but he seems okay otherwise. He's a bit grumpy, but he's still giving us his trademark Pookie smiles and laughs occasionally.

I, however, didn't fare very well this morning and ended up having to take half a Klonopin to quell my paralyzing anxiety. I knew that I didn't really have much to worry about, and I trust our surgeon and all others involved in Torin's care, but rationality tends to take a back seat to mommy instinct.

Torin is sleeping soundly right now. I hope he returns to his usual fun self soon. I think I'll be taking the other half of that Klonopin tonight, just to ensure that I get enough sleep to restore what little sanity I have left.

Well, Pookie, it's been six months already!

Can you believe it? You were born half a year ago today! Sometimes it seems like it has already been years since we first met; other times, it feels like only a few weeks have passed.

These days, you're doing more and more big-boy stuff. You can hold your own bottle (sometimes), you can pet one of our more tolerant kitty cats, you can melt hearts with your laughs, you can fall asleep on your own in your crib, you can bear weight on your legs for several seconds at a time. All of these things sure do make a mommy proud, but they also make a mommy sad--sad that her little baby is growing up so very quickly.

On a heavier note, you're having your first (and hopefully your last) surgery in the morning. It's minor day surgery, but it requires general anesthesia. It goes without saying that I am terrified. I don't want to hand off my little Pookie tomorrow and make him go through surgery without his mommy by his side. I don't want to see my Pookie feeling bad and hurting when he's in the recovery room. It's all too much for me to think about.

I know you will sleep soundly tonight like the growing boy you are. I, however, will toss and turn and fret as dawn approaches. So sleep tight, Pookie, and let me take care of you. Here's to many, many more months and years of a worried mommy and a thriving son.

I love you.

Approaching the half-way mark!

Torin will (already) be six months old this coming Wednesday. I simply cannot believe it!

Not much has been going on lately. We're still trying to ease into the solid foods, as Torin doesn't really seem to be into them too much just yet, although you can't tell from this photo:

Sorry, I know a lot of people don't like pictures of babies eating, but I have to show off Pookie's mommy-like smile!

Yesterday, we took Torin for his professional 6-month photo shoot. Mommy and Daddy joined in for a couple of pictures, too. We can't wait to see Pookie's cuteness captured with quality equipment. Of course, I'll be posting those photos here as soon as we get them! In the meantime, here he is with Daddy, just after the shoot:

Torin seems like a completely different baby than he was 6 months ago. He doesn't look anything like that tiny little boy I gave birth to. And he is so much happier nowadays, always smiling and laughing! I am trying to appreciate every little moment I get with Pookie, because he'll be in high school before I know it.

Our little leprechaun!

I couldn't quite catch him smiling on camera, but he was chipper this evening--even though he has a cold! Who needs a a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow when you have a cutie like this boy?

Happy first St. Patrick's Day, Pookie!

Food for the five-month-old!

Yesterday, Pookie turned five months old. Where is the time going, seriously?

The day before, we finally broke out the big-people food for him. It was a couple of weeks earlier than the pediatrician recommended, but Pookie seems ready for it: He tries to grab our food, he watches us with pitiful eyes while we eat, and the bottle alone doesn't seem to suffice anymore. So we tried oatmeal mixed with formula. And what did Pookie think about it all?

First he cried, "What is this mushy stuff, and why is it on this big, long rubbery thing?

Then he considered it further and asked, "You mean, I have to wait between spoonfuls? It's not a continuous flow of nommies like from my bottle?"

After a few more bites, Pookie remained unsure whether to like or hate this oatmeal stuff. He finished the whole serving, though.

After a couple of more days of much of the same thing, he still doesn't know whether he's into it. I think he likes gnawing on the spoon more than he does actually eating the food. What ever the case might be, the whole affair usually ends the same way:

Food for the five-month-old!