WEEK SEVEN

Babies are so unpredictable. Just when you think you’ve got it goin’ on, they throw you a curve ball. I had been really getting into the groove of going for these really long walks when one day Oliver decided he’d had enough. We were strolling through a quiet neighborhood early (6:30am) one morning when he started fussing. So I stopped and put his soother in his mouth. Fine, kept going. Then he starts crying. Maybe he’s hungry? So I pull out the bottle and try to feed him. No good. That’s when he starts wailing. Not just crying, but the red faced sweaty screaming. Looking around me, and trying to remain calm as an elderly couple walk pass giving me the ‘ahhh what a pity look’ I scoop him out of the stroller and start bouncing him. When this doesn’t work I put him in the sling (which I always take everywhere with me, for just such an occasion) and start making my way home. He falls asleep immediately. Now you might be thinking ‘big deal, maybe he was just having a bad moment, or day? What if I told you that this continued to be the pattern for the next three days. He’s shattered my stroller confidence! So now instead of hitting the trail, I do smaller laps around the neighborhood, never straying to far in case I have to carry him home.

Because of all of Oliver's gassy issues, I was very pleased that this week's massage lessons where geared toward the stomach. It was also the first week they recommended removing his diaper for the massage. Of course I was apprehensive about this, considering the amount of times that I have been peed on over the past weeks.. So when it came time for the massage I made sure I had a big receiving blanket to clamp down over that thing if it decided to spring a leak. I was pleasantly surprised that he only peeded once this week during his massage time, and I was ready for it! He’s very content while I rub his tummy, and I can only hope that it is going to help relieve some of those gas pains we’ve been battling with.

Oliver in his new high chair!