Marc's coming to 8 months old and I'm thankful I've managed to continue to breastfeed him thus far. He's decided that he doesn't want to suckle anymore - I don't blame him, drinking from a bottle is so much easier and faster. Plus sucking on a pacifier has its benefits - he can sink his teeth right into it and the pacifier won't react. So my milk supply has been dropping steadily but surely. On the one hand, I'm looking forward to freedom again - no more lugging around my pump (which every male colleague thinks is my gym bag) and I'm free to wear anything I like (nursing bras aren't fun, trust me)...on the other hand I miss having my baby nestled close to me and being able soothe and nourish him at the same time. Its a bittersweet journey but I'm glad I persevered!
Marc's latest adventures include his first injury, jumping himself silly on the Jumperoo and flirting with secondary school girls at NTUC Finest Supermarket.
1) Injury
It was 9pm after we returned from dinner with the in-laws and Marc was drowsy and sleepy. I placed him at the foot of the mattress on our Japanese platform, turned and walked a few steps to get something from his basket...at the same time, my helper walked into the room with his sleep sack getting ready to dress him for bed. Literally - in the twinkle of an eye, he managed to fall headfirst onto the floor. Neither of us saw how it happenned, my helper lunged forward to catch him, but neither of us got there on time. The result - screaming at the top of his lungs for half an hour...after which he was so tired he fell asleep. The next day he had a small bruise above his left brow. I still can't figure out how he fell, from the position where I left him and the way that he fell. All I know is that he landed on his head.
Needless to say, I was worried all night, madly smsing my doctor friend to see if I needed to watch out for signs of concussion. She assured me that he would be perfectly fine and that her kids have fallen out of the playpen countless times.
I thought that would teach Marc not to peer over the edge of the bed and attempt to jump off. I couldn't be more wrong - he wanted to jump off again! I'm thinking he'll be into all sorts of extreme sports next time...I better start getting him an insurance policy!
2) Jumperoo
I'm convinced that by the time I return it in May - it will be damaged! (Don't tell the good folks at rent a toy.com) Marc has figured out how to jump in the Jumperoo and he jumps with all his might. The poor toy is wobbling away but he doesn't seem to care. We've resorted to making it one level higher so that he has less leeway to propel himself upwards. Now I'm worried about damaging his knees from the impact!
3) Flirting with girls
The Husband brought Marc supermarketing the other day. He was amazed - looking around at all the food from his trolley seat and attemping to grab as much as he could reach. Then he spotted 3 secondary school girls and turned to face them, yelling at them to attract their attention. They turned to look at him and started cooing at him. The Husband told Marc that he was too young for them, to which one of them replied and said "its ok, I'll wait for you!".
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