It’s a happy 1/2 birthday for my little nugget… port allen baby photographer

To my happy, strong willed, dimpled little baby boy…

As I sit here listening to you play in your crib over the monitor, I picture you playing with your feet…holding your hands in the air twisting them back and forth, staring at them in awe because you’ve recently found them…sticking your tongue in and out with no concept of how cute it all is.  Rewind about 5 and a half months….you were one of the tiniest, most miserable litle babies I’d knew.  You battled the pain of reflux daily, just to figure out a month into your sweet little life that you were allergic to breast milk (as unlikely as it is, it happens).  At the 6 week mark, I’d come to terms with the fact that you just weren’t the happy, bubbly little thing I’d dreamt you up to be.  I just knew you liked it better in my tummy, and at this point I was accepting of that.  Or atleast I thought….as much as I wanted to accept it, the “fixer” in me was determined to fix it.  I stayed up night after night, reading message and support boards, downloading apps that help determine what type of cry I was experiencing.  We were in and out of the doctor’s office once, sometimes twice a week.  Your weight never went up, it stayed the same but never increased.  You were still SO tiny, you barely filled out any onesie we put on you.  All I wanted was for my baby to feel better and to just, be happy.  At about week seven, I made the decision to switch your formula andddd….holy happy baby!  This ENTIRE time you stayed with an upset stomach because not only were you allergic to my breast milk but you also had a milk and soy protein intolerance :(  The swap in formula and a small change in medicine, you started making progress.  Gaining weight, spitting up WAY less!  Here we are, four months after that two month terror and you have become something I never imagined you’d be.  You are my happy chunkly little nugget :)

At 6 months old you…

…roll over both ways…have discovered your feet, hands and tongue…pretty much own tummy time…have graduated from your bassinet to a crib…recognize your daddy, and brothers…have tunnel vision for your momma ;)…you have that Irish temper when you want to be fed, like now!…have surpassed your big brother in ounces per bottle (eating about 12 ounces every four hours compared to his 8 that I thought was WAY too much)…love your brothers more than you realize at this point…have a smile that’s so big and bright, it’s lights the room…

Kellan, you have turned me into the mother I swore I’d never be….I rock you to sleep, I feed you on demand, I let you do the leading, I completely whole heartedly baby you….and I love every single minute of it.  Up until about  July 25th, I was the mom that did not rock a baby to sleep, I did not feed off of schedule.  For those six short days, I totally thought I was going to win this battle but you, my dear showed me who was boss.  Honestly, I should have known you were going to run this show.  You went nameless for about two days until you showed us who’d you be.  You weren’t and Asher, a Cole, nor a Luke…you were a Kellan and you showed us that short little 36 hours :)

I love you to the moon and back my blue eyed baby boy, happy 1/2 birthday…

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