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Oh Hux, what do we say about the baby who is pretty much entirely perfect?
Ok, not completely perfect. I could do without the 2am feed, especially as its getting colder and is therefore that little bit harder to get out of bed. But other than that, my boy is pretty wonderful.
The poor thing has been suffering with a cold for pretty much forever (real time: 2 weeks) and its been hard on the Harold house. We’ve had throwing up, a throat that was obviously very sore , a snotty nose and quite a nasty cough. Luckily it’s coincided with Will working away a few times so I’ve been able to bring Hux in bed with me for some extra love and attention. Which was all well and good until I realised babies + congestion= snore like their daddies. Don’t believe me? Get a load of this:
No, it’s not Will/a loud dog/dearth vader. It’s my little boy.
In Elfie’s eyes Hux is still pretty much the best thing in the whole world ever. As soon as she wakes up she asks for bubby, and he in turn ADORES the sight of her face. He lights up when he sees her and its wonderful. Miraculous, even, considering the torture she inflicts on him. Fingers in his ears, hats (or random lids) on his head, stickers on his face and pretty violent games of peep-o. Her current favourite game is attempting to sit in his lap shouting ‘wiggle” though I have no idea why or where this game originated.
Bubs (it’s Bubby, or Bubs, or Bubster… rarely Hux) is not breastfed anymore. I wrote about it at length here and did all I could to increase my supply but it just didn’t happen. I did the flapjacks, the extra calories, the spending two days in bed snoozing and feeding (this one was fun) but it didn’t work. After a particularly bad week of hunger-related crankiness (Hux, not me!) we introduced the bottle and combination fed. I was gutted, really didn’t want to give up, but then had to think, who am I holding out for, him or me? I wanted to continue to feed by breast but the poor boy just wanted to eat, so we bought some formula. I’m telling you, you REALLY notice that tenner for a box of formula every 4 days when you’ve been exclusively breastfeeding. Ouch. He’s now happy and thriving which is all that matters and on balance I’m chuffed we reached the 5 month mark.
Hux is on the light side of the weight spectrum and currently weighs in at a petite – though healthy – 14lbs 7oz. This means he’s only just doubled his birth weight and is still fairly easy to cart around in the baby carrier, which works out well for me as its so cold at the moment and he’s so lovely and warm. A portable hot water bottle. We’ve begun our weaning journey and he’s totally turned his nose up at purées (fine by me, that endless steaming and mushing does my head in) and will only eat baby rice if he can do it himself so we’re going down the baby-led route. So far he’s enjoyed carrots, broccoli, toast, avocado and a bit of banana. Clever boy.
I’m convinced this child is actual perfection in baby form and it’s mental to remember how terrified I was of him arriving . Huxley Harold, I could nuzzle your little neck all day long. You’re absolute magic.