Our handsome mini-Trevor is 9 weeks old today and with each day that passes, Hudson’s baby face features diminish just a little more. Everyone who see’s him, are kind enough to remind me just how much he looks like his Daddy. How unfair is that?
Talking of Daddy, I think we have another Daddy’s boy in the making. Hudson will follow his voice around the room and look for him if he hears him. Its really quite sweet. He is all smiles for him too…
We have switched Hudson’s milk again, from the Comfort milk to Cow & Gates First Infant Milk. Thankfully, it seems to be agreeing with his tummy so I’m hoping he can stay on this one until he is ready to switch to the next stage at 6months.
The worst of Hudson’s colic seems to have passed now and with a little Infacol in his milk, he has been bringing his wind up just fine. Over the next week or so, we will slowly stop giving him the Infacol to see whether he can manage his wind without it. Parenting really is just one big process of trial and error, isn’t it?
Poor little man had his jabs in week 8 and for the first time, I was brave enough to accompany Daddy into the nurse’s room. I had never been in with Jack, I just couldn’t face it. This time, I wanted to speak with the nurse about the new Meningitis vaccine and decided it was in Hudson’s best interests for him to have it.
In the afternoon following his jabs, he was full of temperature and in true Mummy form, I went in to panic mode. Hudson decided to projectile vomit all over us both in a bid to panic me some more but with a little Calpol, he was soon feeling better.
We had our last home visit from the Health Visitor in week 8, hooray. Hudson was weighed and to our complete surprise weighed in at 13lb4oz, so it’s safe to say he is feeding well.
Hudson outgrew his Moses basket this week and is now in his cot, how ridiculous is that? Our boy is growing away far too quickly for my liking. Just look how tiny he looks in his new bed…
Yeh, I know, I know! He melts my heart too.