Had Diesel's 6 month appointment yesterday. Our chunk of burning love weighed in at an even 17 lbs. and was 26 3/4 inches long. About the 50th percentile for each...just your average boy. He seems so big to us because while Pook was a chunky baby, she was always on the petite frame size and fell off the charts for height at one point. She's still petite, just don't call her little. She has a severe aversion to that word when used in reference to her. Little toot!
Our sweet boy was born with a VSD (ventricular septal defect) that caused a heart murmur. However, the ped and ped cardiologist believed that it would close on its own by the time he was 6 months old. I'm happy to report that our ped didn't hear it and we go to the cardiologist next Wednesday to get the all clear from him.
After three shots and a whole lot of screaming baby, we left the doctor's office with a very sound asleep boy on my shoulder. He didn't even wake up when I put him in the car seat or took him out at the sitter's. Don't you wish you could sleep like that again? Such is the life of being a mom. Every little noise wakes you up because you're always on guard about your little ones. Hey, I'll sleep when I dead, right?
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We are praying for that all clear report on Wednesday. What a blessing and joy the kids are and I am even more blessed at how much you and Khalil are enjoying them. Each moment is so precious.
I don't know about sleep when dead, but I do know we won't be tired anymore. Praise God!
Love your blog, sweetie. You always have been an excellent writer and having children has only made you better at it... so creative with the lo's, too.
Iloveyousomuch,
Nonna/Mom
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