Somewhere in this house, I have the rest of our pictures in neat little zip lock sandwich bags with the year written on the front but like I said...lazy.
So, onto Jonathan.
C.J. was only 8 months old when we learned Jonathan would be joining our family. It was a little sooner than we had planned but..oh well... I was sure all babies were as easy as C.J. was.
There were still no ultrasounds for uneventful pregnancies but we experienced a little bump in the road this time and needed an ultrasound at 23 weeks. While on vacation in Chicago I experienced some bleeding that landed us in the ER. An ultrasound was performed and we decided to take that opportunity to find out the sex - a boy.
The rest of the pregnancy went along smoothly and although I wasn't due until November 19th I persuaded the doctor to let me deliver on November 6th because my mom had off school that day and could watch C.J. So, we check into the hospital at 6:30 a.m., got the pitocin going, and Jonathan David entered the world at 10:08 a.m. Yep...I know ya'll are jealous...only 3 hours of labor.
6 pounds 6 ounces (17%)
19 inches (34%)
and as beautiful as could be. Everyone commented about his perfect lips.
Right from the start things did not go smoothly. Jon was very jaundice and, although we managed to stay out of the hospital, it required running to the hospital every day for a heel prick until his numbers starting coming down.
He also struggled to keep his food down. There is no way to say this delicately...it either came out one end or the other. He was such a good baby and never cried, but night times were a mess. Mostly because after he would eat, he would "return" the food which would require either a diaper change or a clothes change (sometimes both) and by that time he would be wide awake!
We finally had to switch his formula to one that, at the time, cost $20.00 a can...double what the other formulas cost.
Unlike C.J., he also loved his pacifier. He NEEDED it, which also led to many sleepless nights as I had to get up several times a night to stick it back in his mouth until he learned how to do it himself.
By two months he was turning into quite the roly poly. I think much of it had to with how short he was. He also began to look identical to me when I was a baby - except I had a lot more hair.
Other than the insistence on the pacifier which led to many sleepless nights, he was a very good baby but with the needs of an infant coupled with the demands of a toddler, I just couldn't catch my breath long enough to enjoy it.
It was around this time that we discovered he had an intolerance to soybean, not milk, so we were able to ditch the expensive formula for a milk based formula. He would continue to have this intolerance until shortly after turning a year old.
He was every bit as strong as his brother and was sitting in his own by the time he was five months old.
- Proof that I was a Gator fan even back then.
And by six months old he was so chubby you could almost roll him across the floor.
But that didn't stop him from learning how to crawl and before he was even seven months old he was crawling around and could put himself into a sitting position from crawling.
This is the glorious month that he also learned how to find his pacifier and put it back in his mouth himself and to pull himself up to a standing position.
He was always on the go...never sitting still.
And once he discovered the dishwasher, he loved it as much as C.J. did.
He was standing alone by ten months and walked shortly after turning eleven months old.
By his first birthday he was slimming out a little bit but he was also very short! He had four teeth at a year old...but not the four you would expect. The top two side teeth came in before the middle two so he looked like he had fangs.
At one year old he was:
20 pounds 2 ounces (19%)
29 inches (9%)
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