It seems I am forever composing blog posts in my head, but rarely do they make it into writing. I hope to do a better job of that in the future, but below are some disconnected thoughts and updates regarding the last couple of weeks.
Davis is a walker! A couple of weeks ago, he took his first steps, and he has been exponentially improving on those first steps. For the first week or so, we could get him to walk if we sufficiently motivated and distracted him. However, he mostly felt the need for the safety of an object to hold onto, despite whether or not it actually provided him any support. This last Friday, for the first time, while we were playing in his room, he stood up and walked to me! John and I are amazed at his ability to learn things so quickly, from a few steps to crossing a room in the matter of a couple of weeks. John has just posted a video.
One of Davis' favorite things continues to be books. However, we do a lot less reading of the books these days. Mostly Davis enjoys pulling the books out of the book box and handing them to us. Then we open the book and Davis turns the pages until it's time to move onto pulling the next book in the box. During one of these sessions, Davis saw me put something in his laundry basket. He then took everything out of the book box and put it in the laundry basket. This makes us realize that we need to be VERY careful about what we do and say in his presence, it doesn't take much for him to pick up on things.
Kellie, one of the daycare providers, told me a story this last week when I picked Davis up. Apparently, he likes to pull every single car out of the box of cars they have at the daycare. He methodically pulls one out at a time and places it on the ground. When he finally gets to the last one, whatever one that is, he runs off to play with it. Davis and his partner in crime, Roxie, can take apart the daycare in a matter of minutes. In exasperation, Kellie told John yesterday that they will be working on the skill of putting things away soon. John suggested they pull out a laundry hamper.
A couple of weeks ago marked an increase in fussiness for Davis. We believe it's a combination of him being sick at the time as well as his increasing frustration at not being able to communicate. Who knows what it really is, but we have noticed that Davis is getting very good at communicating to us what he wants recently. We have attempted using a few signs with Davis in the hope of giving him some tools before he's verbal to aid in his communication. His sign for 'more' looks like clapping and tells us that he's ready for more food at the table. However, when combined with his refusal of one type of food and his insistence for 'more' we've been able to figure out he may not want cereal, but he definitely wants the pancake sitting in front of Mom. He is also able to clearly tell us when he wants to be picked up and when he wants to be put down, when he wants a book read to him, and when he wants you to play peak-a-boo. It's such a joy to see him turning into a person with real preferences. Current preferences include blueberries and tofu. We've watched him eat a half pint of blueberries in one sitting and pick around everything on his tray to eat every morsel of tofu, and ask for more.
Domino is not nearly as enthused as we are at Davis' newest form of mobility. Davis continues to treat Domino like his stuffed animals, which entails throwing his arms around him and tackling him. Sometimes if he can't get close enough for a tackle, Davis settles for a head butt. Domino continues to be amazingly calm around Davis and I've only once had to deter Domino from nibbling Davis after a particularly rough tackle. We continue to monitor their interactions closely and lock Domino out of Davis' room at night since we know Domino lacks the better judgment to not go in there. Despite all of his overly-enthusiastic attention, Domino continues to lavish attention on Davis. The moment his door opens in the morning Domino races into the room. One morning when Davis woke up late, Domino paced outside his room for about an hour. Our night time ritual includes chasing Domino out from under the crib. Someday they will be the best of friends. Lilly continues to claim safe harbor, far away from the reaches of Davis. The only exceptions to this rule is if she is forced to choose between a room with a baby and a room with a vaccuum or when there is a particular bit of enticing food on the highchair tray. Davis is more than happy to share food with Lilly.
I am extremely busy and quite overwhelmed at work. I have had some great results recently, and although I know I will wrap this work up, the idea of wrapping it up in time for my final committee meeting (now less than two weeks away) is a bit of a shock. This is in addition to submitting an abstract for one conference and preparing a poster for another. I think underlying all of this stress is the idea that in less than two weeks I will be away from John and Davis for a full five days! This conference marks the end of breasfeeding for us. I think it's a natural ending for it anyway, but it's still an ending to what has been a large part of my relationship with Davis. A couple of weeks ago I discontinued pumping at work and we began introducing formula to Davis. Today, we cut out one feeding, leaving just one last feeding. This one will be the hardest to break since it's the most emotionally-tied one for Davis. After a long and exciting day at daycare, Davis nurses as a way to reconnect and to calm down. Some nights this ends in a quick catnap before dinner. We'll be dropping this feeding when I leave and I'm not sure John is very excited about the potential reprocussions. Our hope is that out-of-sight, out-of-mind will apply in this case and it will be the easiest way to wean. If we are wrong, well, let's just say I'm glad I won't be around to find that out.
John had his six-month post-radiation checkup yesterday where he had a chest x-ray and some bloodwork done. We will find the results out later this week. His cancer and treatment have been on my mind a lot lately. Someone we know is battling breast cancer and seeing her go through surgery and treatment has brought all the history of John's own fight to the forefront again. It's a strange feeling that I can't explain or shake, but seeing someone else battle something more aggressive makes me feel like we got off almost too easily this time around. Comparing aggressiveness of John's cancer with someone else's makes about as much sense as what we heard multiple times during his diagnosis and treatment, which was "Testicular cancer is extremely treatable, if you were going to pick a cancer to get, this is the one to pick". Clearly, this isn't how it works, but yet people feel compelled to tell us that, much like I feel compelled to worry more now than I did since seeing someone else go through something harder to treat. I am consistenly thinking of her and hoping for the best, but like John, I know only time will tell.