Too many changes.
Raffi is growing up too fast. I know every parent feels that way, but man does it hurt your heart when you blink and they suddenly grow.
I never did a 6 month update for him because not much changed from his 5 month one. It was a slow month and a good one. He grew out of his 6 month clothes and that was that. No actual big milestones were on the horizon. I stopped holding my breath waiting for the next big moment and just fell into a slow rhythm.
Of course as soon as I did that everything changed.
We started solids and are doing a combination of baby led weaning and spoon feeding. That is a whole story in itself, but basically he won’t let me feed him so he has to feed himself even from the spoon. Food is in his hair, behind his ears, and up his nose after every meal. I know he is eating a good amount now because he is suddenly sleeping through the night, like, every single night. Everyone says it has nothing to do with solids, but for us it is too much of a coincidence. He started consuming some food and can now go 10-11 straight hours every night. Morning now starts at 5:45 or 6:30 AM, but everyone is happy and rested.
Other big changes in the last week? He’s mobile as of yesterday. He does a combination of this sad slithering pull with a belly flop and the occasional lunge. I consider it crawling but it’s not yet a traditional crawl. I guess while I was perfecting my snake crawl he was too. If the rate of improvement from yesterday to today is any indicator, he’ll be crawling crawling within a week. It is exciting but also sad and makes me teary. I put all his toys on the other side of his mat this afternoon, and he got to them in under a minute. He can also get into the crawl position from sitting, and back into a sitting position from crawling. In fact when I woke up this morning and looked at him on the monitor he was sitting up with his hands over the crib. I had to lower his crib right away, and shed yet another tear doing that (and am crying again as I proofread this).
It’s crazy to already be at the stage where we need to childproof and think of meals to feed him and actually sleep at night. I am thrilled that he is doing so well and is happy, but it’s also bittersweet. How does the time go so fast? I feel like it was just yesterday that I held him in my arms for the very first time and kept asking the nurses if he was ok and if I was holding him right. He was a little tiny glow worm tucked into my arms locking his big brown eyes with mine. How is he already this big boy who reaches for me when I’m near and giggles when I tickle his feet and crawls?