He spent his first five weeks in Freeman Hospital's NICU, or Neo-natal Intensive Care Unit. I can't say enough good things about the staff there. When we brought him home, he was 5 pounds 7 ounces.
He's nearly a year old, now. He's gone from teeny-tiny to nearly as big as he should be for his calendar, rather than adjusted, age: 28 inches, and 18.5 pounds. He eats about 6-8 ounces of baby food every day, and one 4 ounce snack, besides nursing. He's crawling (and getting into everything), but not pulling up, yet. He doesn't seem confident in standing even when I'm holding on to him, but the doctors did tell me he'd probably be delayed on some things.
One thing he doesn't seem to be delayed on is talking: he's already calling me "mama" and my husband "daddy," rather than applying one name to both of us. He says "kitty" (pronounced "giddy"), and tries to call the cat, who looks at him like he's lost his mind.
He's a happy boy that very much likes girls. In fact, there are very few people he doesn't like. It seems like the only way to get on Danny's bad side is to baby-talk to him.
Here are some pictures, to show how he's grown. In the first one, he's four days old. The monkey he has with him for size comparison is about 10 inches long. In the second picture, he's three months old, with the same monkey for size comparison. In the third, six months; in the last, nine. I'll post his 12 month picture next month.
