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Porter in Motion {a video}

David’s parents bought us a video camera for Christmas this past year (just before Porter was born). We’ve been able to get some special moments on camera (like when Maggie and Porter met for the first time), but all the videos lived on the camera (until yesterday) because I had never bothered to upload them to our computer.  When Porter first rolled from his belly to his back (shortly after he turned 4 months old), I tried to get it on camera about a dozen times before I was successful. It seemed like every time I got the camera out, Porter refused to roll over.

Yesterday Porter rolled over from his back to his belly for the first time. David and I joked that he would never do it, because he HATES being on his belly. However, I was able to get it on camera right away! As soon as I saw him do it for the first time, I got the camera out and hit record.  Since David was at work, I hoped I could capture it on camera, and Porter didn’t disappoint!  Clearly, I am not the best videographer.

He’s growing up so fast!



Moonlit Drive (This sounds romantic, but it’s not)

Last night was by far the worst night we’ve had with Porter. Ever. Even his worst night as a newborn was nothing compared to what we experienced last night.

We were visiting my sister in Indianapolis, so we were away from home. We’ve taken a few short trips away from home before and we hadn’t experienced any problems.  While on these trips, Porter didn’t seem to mind and didn’t have a difficult time adjusting to a new place.  With his rock-n-play and his sound machine, putting him to bed had never been a problem while we were away. This was our second night staying at her place, and he had done fine the previous night. I had no problems putting him to bed on Thursday night and he slept through the night beautifully.

Friday night was an entirely different story.

I went up to bed around 10 p.m. and I noticed that Porter was awake. He wasn’t crying, but he would make a noise every now and then. I figured he would fall back to sleep, so I got in bed and tried to fall asleep myself.  He started fussing, so I reached out to rock his rock-n-play, as this usually puts him back to sleep. Soon his fussiness turned into a loud cry, so I figured he was probably wet and/or hungry. I changed his diaper (which was wet, but not overly so) and fed him (despite the fact that he had been fed 3 hours earlier.) He seemed content, so I put him back down, and he was quiet for about thirty minutes.  Suddenly, he starting crying screaming, so I picked him up and paced the room while I rubbed his back. This calmed him down, but every time I tried to put him back down, he would immediately start crying. This wasn’t his normal cry, either.  His cries and screams were unlike any I had ever heard before that night. Thus, I walked and bounced him for about an hour.  I felt helpless as I pondered this weird behavior; 99% of the time he sleeps through the night without waking.

Around midnight David came up to go to bed. When David came in, I was changing Porter’s diaper again, which I knew wasn’t the problem, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt. The screaming didn’t stop. Then, I continued to walk and bounce him, but at this point, Porter wasn’t pacified by my pacing and bouncing. I knew he wasn’t hungry, but I tried feeding him again. David tried walking with him, but that didn’t help either. He wasn’t gassy; he wasn’t wet/poopy; he wasn’t hungry. He was tired, but he would not sleep. NOTHING in our arsenal of tricks that had worked countless times before was helping.

I literally started playing scenarios in my head. I imagined having to call the emergency number at our pediatrician’s office, despite being three hours away.

“Hi, Doctor. We’re having problems with Porter.”

“What seems to be the problem?”

“Um, he won’t sleep and he won’t stop crying.”

“Welcome to parenthood.” Click.

We felt helpless before, but after an hour and a half of his screaming, we really felt helpless now. David and I stared at each other in the dark and spoke to each other without words. “What are we going to do?”  My eyes filled with tears and my heart literally hurt from the agony I was feeling.

David finally spoke. “Let’s go for a drive.” These were the exact words I was thinking, yet hadn’t said.

I read somewhere that you should never use a car/driving in order to try to get a baby to fall asleep. I don’t remember the reasoning, but it probably had something to do with teaching babies to soothe themselves. However, at 1:30 in the morning, I didn’t care about following this random bit of parenting advice.

As we walked out the door, my sister asked “How long has it been since he’s been this way at night?”

“Never. He’s never been like this.”

So we packed Porter in his car seat and started to drive around nearby neighborhoods surrounding my sister’s condo.

About a half hour later, Porter had been quiet for awhile, so we assumed that he was asleep. We drove back to my sister’s, pulled in the driveway, and said a mental prayer before getting out of the car. I opened up the door, and sure enough, our sweet little boy was peacefully asleep. With much care and precision, we took the car seat out of the car, walked through the front door, climbed the steps, and tip-toed back into the bedroom.  We didn’t even think about trying to retrieve him from his car seat, and despite the fact that there are probably numerous parenting articles that warn parents not to let their babies sleep in their car seats for long periods of time, we did it anyway.

I awoke at every minuscule movement or sound and held my breath until I was convinced that Porter wasn’t going to wake up. Thankfully, Porter slept for the rest of the night.

This morning Porter was his usual self, bright-eyed and smiley, and he showed no memory of last night’s events. Upon retrieving him from his car seat, I stuck my finger in his mouth, which has been a practice of mine for several weeks now.  I let out a deep sigh that I didn’t even realize I had been holding in.  Our midnight mystery had been solved.  Just below the surface, barely detectable but definitely there, was the white tip of Porter’s first tooth poking through his gums.

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Half a Year, 6 months, 182.5 days

Today is Porter’s 6 month birthday.  I can’t believe he’s 6 months old already–how much our lives have changed in such a short amount of time! I have loved every moment!

Some updates:

  • Porter is a pro at rolling over now (but only from his belly to his back). When we put him on the ground, he almost immediately rolls over. It’s like he’s saying “Hey! I finally figured out what you wanted me to do!” and he likes to show off this new skill.
  • He is getting better at sitting up on his own, but he can still only do it for short periods of time.
  • We think he may be starting to recognize his name. Most of the time when we call him by name he looks up at us, but it’s hard to say if he’s reacting to his name or if he’s just reacting to the sound of our voices.
  • He is SO happy most of the time, and he finds the oddest things hilarious. Yesterday I sneezed while changing his diaper and he cracked up! I then continued to fake sneeze and each time he would explode into the most adorable giggles. I told David about it, so this morning we were fake sneezing in order to get some laughs out of him. It.Was.Precious.
  • I think he might be teething, but I’m still not sure. EVERYTHING goes in his mouth and he seems to be drooling more than normal. His bottom gums look a little white, and he was absolutely hysterical last night and it took 2 hours to get him down to go to bed (this is very abnormal for him.)

P woke up at 5:11 this morning, so we had an early start to our day! This allowed us to get our monthly photo shoot done early, which is why I’m able to make a 6 month update ON the day he actually turned 6 months old. Blessing in disguise, I guess!


6mo-31[How is this perfect little boy ours?]



6mo-58[Stop it! How cute is he?!]

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5 Months

I promised a 5 month (okay…5 1/2) update, so here it is!

First of all, there is NO WAY that 5 months out of the womb and 5 months in the womb are actually the same amount of time. I swear there is some magical fairy that must visit women in their sleep to change how quickly/slowly time passes. I cannot BELIEVE Porter is already 5 (and a half) months old. It has gone by so quickly and I remember feeling like my pregnancy was dragging on and on.

5 month collage

I remember several moms telling me that after giving birth you quickly forget all the pain and discomfort of pregnancy, labor, and delivery, and that is SO TRUE. I remember being in a LOT of pain, but if I tried, I couldn’t describe the pain now. I know for a fact that I felt the most pain I’ve ever felt in my life, but again, it almost seems like a dream and like none of that stuff even really happened to me.  I guess the joys of being a mommy make it really easy to forget all that pain.  Am I ready to do it all over again? No, not yet (sorry!) but eventually I know I’ll be saying “Let’s go! Sign me up!”

So…what’s going on with Porter?

Weight: Probably around 16-17 pounds.

Sleep:  He is a great sleeper. He sleeps about 11-12 hours at night and doesn’t often wake up in the middle of the night. He’s not as great of a napper, but we’re working on it!

Social: He LOVES people and is really good about being passed around (even people he doesn’t know well.) He smiles at EVERYONE, and he’s such a little charmer. David’s mom said that David was a charmer as a kid, too. He used to “flirt” with strangers and waitresses at restaurants. It seems Porter is following in Daddy’s footsteps…

Diet: Still breastfeeding (no solids yet, but soon!)

Clothes: He’s short, so he can still wear 3-6 month sleepers, but most of his shirts and onesies are 6 month. His pants and shorts are 6-9. He’s chunky, and his cloth diaper adds some bulk, too.

Likes: His pacifier, crunchy/crinkly books and toys, Maggie (and petting/touching her), Daddy playing peek-a-boo, his activity mat, playing with his toes, blowing “bubbles” aka drool, making lots of noises, ceiling fans, being thrown into the air, splashing in the bath tub

Milestones: He’s rolling over, but doesn’t do it often. He’s only rolled over from front to back, though. He can roll onto his side from his back, but never quite makes it all the way over to his stomach. He can sit up with support.

month 4-190Here’s me and Mr. Grumpy Man on Mother’s Day (he was a little over 4 months old here).

The rest of these pictures are from his 5 month “photo shoot.” I am so in love with our little boy!