Jesse Blue | 10 months.
The months are flying by and I feel as if I've watched every other baby reach this point and quickly hit the first birthday mark and now it's Jesse's turn, it all feels very surreal. It doesn't feel as if it's almost been a year since my fairly traumatic home turned hospital birth and so much has changed. Life's become a bit crazy now I won't be returning to my stable job, but am having to squeeze working freelance around two children (thanks childcare), but I'm also feeling excited for what's to come over the next couple of months.
Fitting comfortably in 9-12 months and somehow dinky and chunky at the same time, if that's possible. We haven't had him weighed in a while now but I don't worry about him as he's such a boob monster (and still has multiple night feeds).
Same really. He's not eating a huge amount right now as he's poorly, so more breastfed than anything, but when he's well, it's uncommon for him not to finish a meal; something I note reading back on his brother's updates, Archie didn't do.
Nope. He doesn't! In all seriousness, I think we've had a bit of a revelation this month after reading about tension increasers and decreasers. A tension decreaser will cry to let off steam but will eventually calm down and relax, whereas a tension increaser's (what I'm sure Jesse is) crying will become more and more intense until they have worked themselves into a frenzy and it'll take twice the time they've been crying to calm them down.
I notice the best bedtime's for us are when we remain as calm as humanly possible (tricky sometimes when he wakes the second I put him down). Sleep training feels almost impossible when at the slightest cry you know things are just going to go South. He does nap fairly well, on a good day he'll have just over an hour in the morning and afternoon and bedtime's are painless for the most part, though he's still rocked (almost) to sleep and wakes every 2 hours through the night. He usually ends up in our bed by midnight (things have gone a bit backwards since he's been poorly) and I continue to nurse through the night.
He's even more practiced at pulling himself to stand and can now shimmy around the furniture. He's also walking with the aid of his walker and is at that stage where he'll bump into a wall and can't figure out how to turn around. It's quite something seeing him plodding around the living room when he's still so dinky.
Alongside clapping, he's now shaking his head 'no' (and scarily sometimes in context), he's pointing and dancing (hilariously, he just jolts himself back and forward to music). He's very vocal, 'Mama, Dada, Nana' and occasionally we catch him mimicking us (words like ta and hi) and can't tell if it's fluke or not.
He has teeth! Two of the pesky little buggers to be exact. We actually hadn't a clue the first one had even arrived and we're informed by his nursery key worker. I did think his amber bracelet must've been working as we were clearly unaware but he did have a few rough nights with the second coming through.