As I said in my last post, I made JBird an appointment to go to the Pediatrician. I figured he just had a cold, but his hacking cough sounds pretty nasty. I just wanted the doctor to listen to his lungs. Better safe than sorry. His Granna picked him up from DayCare today and took him to his Daddy, who then took him to the doctor. Thankfully, the doctor said he's fine. Just a nasty cold. So nice to hear. I'll gladly pay that $30 copay for peace of mind.
In other news, Jackson has gained 11 ounces in the past 2 weeks. He now weights 16 pounds, 11 ounces. He's definitely a healthy boy (despite the fact that he's spitting up constantly. When he was picked up at DayCare today, he was naked. I guess they figured, "Why dress him? He just soaks the outfit as soon as you put it on!"). He's now eating 8 ounces of soy milk with rice every 3 hours. In the past, he's taken his last bottle at night right before going to bed. It's one of my favorite times of the day, feeding him and rocking him to sleep. Now, though, he takes his last bottle about an hour before bedtime. As we adjusted to the changed feeding schedule, a new challenge quickly developed. When I sat down to rock him to sleep earlier this week, he expected a bottle. I tried to rock him to sleep without feeding him, but he wouldn't have it. After enduring 15 minutes of crocodile tears and flailing arms, I gave up and fed him 3 ounces. He fell asleep. Last night and tonight I tried a different tactic. At bedtime, I just put him in his crib, turned on his mobile, and turned off the light. Last night I heard him chatting for about 45 minutes before he finally fell asleep on his own. Tonight, he fell asleep immediately on his own. I'm really missing our rocking time, but apparently he associates rocking with eating. We'll have to give it some time. But for now, I'm thankful to have a baby that puts himself to sleep and sleeps all night! What a super sleeper!!