It was only at the doctor’s today when the nurse said “oh he’s 9 months old today!”, as she went on to measure his weight, height and head circumference did I realised that indeed it was! What a failed motherhood moment. The mum in me 3 years ago would have tracked and countdown to every single month-niversary of my bubba!
I went on to text-update the husband that Ollie was weighing a good 8.485kg, with a height of 70cm and head circumference of 44cm to which he asked casually how he compared to his older brother. I could not answer. Apparently, the pages of Liam’s health booklet between 6 to 10 months was left blank and I can’t remember if it was because I didn’t want him to take the flu jab back then or if I was having too much fun with his parent-accompanied classes and play dates that I kept delaying his vaccines till he was 11 months+. Le sigh.
Thanks to calling to check if the clinic was crowded before making our way down (and turns out there was only 3 of us there at the clinic, yay!), we ended up having a longer than the usual consult with our paediatrician. Which led her to doing a more detailed Personal Social milestone check before assessing his physical development check. She asked if Ollie has learnt to clap his hands (which I responded if clapping makes him smile count), and learnt to wave hello/bye-bye unaided (again I responded if reaching out his hands count). And for a brief self-inflicted sucky moment, I wondered in consolation if she was setting her milestone expectations tad too high for Ollie.
While updating the husband in detail about the visit over dinner tonight, he asked if Ollie should be achieving those milestones for his age. A quick blogpost scan to see if I had documented anything for Liam at a similar age showed that Liam did indeed hit those milestones (you can read all about it here) just prior to turning 9 months old.
Oh my perplexed heart! I didn’t know to feel glad that I had a point of reference with Liam or lousy that I haven’t been putting those blog references to good use with Ollie. And like a cumulative effect of motherhood disappointments, one after another, my heart ached further as I realized how little I’ve been documenting of Ollie since his birth too. On the blog. On my Facebook albums. On my instagram. On my “routine books”. On my phone. The lack of Ollie-related literature was starting to be evident. I couldn’t hold back that much needed cry. I needed the DeLorean (aka. the time machine).
As I wound Liam down earlier for his bedtime and acceded to his request to stay by his bedside longer, I couldn’t help but recall how his first year was. It was a year filled with so much of parenting enthusiasm, gymboree fun, kindermusik listening, under the sun swim classes, creative playdates, and daily outings. And inadvertently it’s been a huge contrast for Ollie. Yet Ollie continues to smile and grin the widest this family of 4 has seen yet.
They say it’s never too late to start over, to do something different today. So instead of staying stuck, I’m going to do better right from this very moment. Ollie’s turning ONE in 3 months’ time and I am definitely going to make him his first year book filled with personalised notes and photos just like what I did for Liam.
So these 2 photos of Ollie. I craned my neck taking a burst shot of these earlier today while at the playground because I was baby wearing him and everyone tells me the sensor on the rear facing camera of the phone is better than the front. Anyway the point of the story is that these toothy grins kept appearing whenever Ollie spotted his big brother running about happily and smiling/making silly faces/looking at him. And when I called Ollie and got his attention, instead of flashing his pearlies, he gave me this look:
Nope, no toothy grins they were only reserved for his big brother. And although I felt a little sour about the double standards of my littlest (tsk tsk!), it was a heartwarming moment to see how much joy Liam was giving his little brother.
In other areas of developmental milestones, Ollie has been sleeping through the night (I might have beamed a little while answering the paediatrician earlier) and happily eats all 3 meals, has 2 snacks (morning/afternoon) with about 6 milk feeds in between. He prefers to chew most of his food and will fuss if his food lacks texture. He also rather eats solid than have a milk feed. He’s inquisitive, always taking his brother’s trains and playing with the wheels to watch them spin when Liam’s at school, and does a 7-7 routine which I sometimes cuss as quietly as I can to myself whenever he stretches his arm out to pat my arm (it used to be the mattress and then my leg until I stopped responding to these two) before greeting me with “ya ya ya ya” sound.
He has a good understanding of associations – will cry whenever the husband says bye and open/shuts the door, will cling on to me tightly the moment I walk near to his cot, will open his mouth when he sees a spoon, and is lazier than his brother when it comes to proper crawling on all fours. He does it on all threes, with a little hop on the other leg so that it gets him to where he wants to at a faster pace without much effort. He seems to want to steady himself without support after pulling to stand these days but my heart’s not ready for it yet! I’m still waiting for him to say his first words which I hope will be soon although I know I shouldn’t rush him into if he ain’t ready.
His poo is starting to stink more with the (late) introduction of meats today (sorry, mama got lazy cooking up a new recipe) and it is terribly challenging to change him before he flips back and forth so much EVEN when handed with a toy for distraction.
He drools a lot more than his brother and his teeth seems to have been taking way longer (Liam had his first tooth at 4 months) to sprout, not that it’s affecting his chewing. Hehe
Love you lots Ollie juice. Stay squishy and cute. It won’t be long before you start toddling away from me! Happy 9 months little baby!