This past Wednesday was Julian’s half-birthday. He’s six months old! And those months have absolutely flown by… I still can’t believe that the tiny, sleepy, squinty little bundle we brought home in September is now this joyful little person who spends much of his time trying to crawl around the apartment. Today we took him in for his six month checkup, and his growth is right on track: he measured 27 inches long, weighed 17 lbs. 4 oz., and his head measured 17 1/4 inches. He’s strong and healthy and developing exactly as he should be, and Mike and I are so, so grateful for that.
On a related note, Julian and I have now made it through six months of breastfeeding, which I am really proud of. Nursing and pumping has been one of the most challenging things I’ve done in life, but it has also been one of the most rewarding. We’re not done yet, but I feel like we’ve passed a big milestone, and met the goal I had set for myself at the start.
As I mentioned after his four month checkup, today’s visit was when we were set to discuss starting solids with his doctor, but things didn’t go quite as I had expected. In fact, it wasn’t much of a discussion at all… after Julian’s exam and immunizations, and a conversation about his surgery next month (more on that in a minute), the doc said simply, “you can start him on solids.”
I blurted out that for the last few weeks, we had been giving him tiny fingertip-tastes of whatever we were eating when he showed interest, everything from avocado to chile-braised goat tacos to anchovies, and she chuckled and said “you should probably start slow, fruits and vegetables, cereals, keep things simple,” and that was the end of it. I had two copies of the six page Google doc I had compiled over the last few months right there in my bag, with all my notes and research outlined on it, and I didn’t even pull them out. I was a little disappointed, but on the other hand, I suppose her lack of super-specific instruction or guidelines means that she trusts us enough not to do anything stupid, to figure it out and do what works for the three of us. I guess we’ll find out – we’ve got his brand new high chair in place and we’re ready to go.
So about that surgery. Julian’s scheduled to go in for an outpatient procedure on April 6th to correct a congenital defect (Mike and I have discussed at great length how much of Julian’s life and health we want to discuss in any public forum, and for his privacy, we’re not going to go into any more detail than this). The specialist who will be performing the procedure has great credentials, and assures us that the procedure is relatively routine and that Julian should come through it just fine. He will be put under general anesthesia, which I find to be the scariest part, and we’re set to meet with the pediatric anesthesiology team on Monday to go over everything and address any questions we have. We feel very good about his doctors and are confident that he’ll be in great hands, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dreading the whole thing. I’m scared, but trying to keep a cool head and positive attitude.