26 Weeks or 6 Months...

I can hardly believe it! In some ways the day Ainsworth arrived seems like a lifetime away, in other ways it has gone by so quickly. The fact that I have been on antibiotics for nearly 11 of those weeks is a little scary, but hopefully the expensive consultant in London will sort me out on Tuesday.

Anyway, to things of Ainsworth... In the last week he has had his last breast feed and is now completely bottle fed. He knows exactly what to do with the bottle and is beginning to reach out and hold it or push it away. He has had quite a few more pooey nappies, but that seems to have settled this weekend. (My going on 'nappy-strike' and saying Trevor had to do them all this weekend seems to have reduced the amount of poo - I'm sure the two of them are in cahoots!)

He has also had is last jabs for a while and coped admirably with 3 injections at once!

His sitting has definitely improved - he is sitting more firmly with a good straight back, and is even straining to be more upright when in his bouncy chair.

We have talked a lot about food and getting him onto solids, but I can't help thinking that we could leave it a couple of weeks because he arrived at 38 weeks gestation. He's also still sleeping well and doesn't want more when he finishes a feed - other indicators of needing more than milk. However, he has developed a definite chomping action with his mouth this week and is reaching out for our food when we are eating (His looks made me feel very guilty eating an ice cream last weekend!). Mind you, he is reaching out for all sorts of things, especially the tags (wash labels) on his toys!

He has been swimming today for the third time and it was such a contrast to the first time. He was smiling most of the time and absolutely loved his float thing. His legs didn't stay still the whole time he was in it! He definitely needs a little while to adjust to a situation before becoming happy with it. Today I stood on the side and we watched the children swimming for about 5 minutes before we went anywhere near the water. We've noticed this in other situations too - he can be quite teary and clingy when faced with something new or different, but given a few minutes securely held by me or Trevor and he becomes smiley and chatty - a real delight to behold.

He is very chatty a lot of the time now - babbling away to himself in the mirror and to his caterpillar in the car, especially.
All in all, he is an absolute delight to behold. I do find it difficult to know what to do with him sometimes and was amazed to find myself going to the pet shop for no other reason than to look at the fish! I, who never had enough time in the day to get through everything on my list, suddenly find myself aimlessly wandering the streets (and pet shops) for no other reason than to entertain my boy!

And, in case we haven't already reported it, he is now absolutely fine in the car seat :o)

So, a good six months? A tiring, excillerating, amazing, frustrating, astounding, fantazmagorical, emotional rollercoaster of a six months. Would I have it any other way? Well, it isn't any other way, so no point asking the queation really!