I have several friends with three or more children. They amaze me. What I admire the most is their mothers intuition. I have one particular friend who has two boys, and a little girl. Her boys are rough and tumble, always running, jumping, climbing and in turn, getting hurt. She handles their scrapes with such an clear head...no pressing the panic button, no hysteria. Recently, one of her boys fell off some kind of play structure and busted his head open. She took him to the hospital for stitches, and never even thought to call off our dinner. It wasn't until we came over that we discovered they had spent the afternoon in the ER. If that were me...I would have needed a week to recover and get my wits about me.
During my little one's first few months, I spent a lot of time at the pediatricians. Not because he was sick, but because I worried over every little thing. He scratched his face and it seemed really red. He pooped and it seemed really green. He had a runny nose and it seems really thick. You get the picture!
I am just now, five months in, learning to tap into my mother's intuition. I respect my pediatrician, but I am starting to realize that no one knows my baby as well as I do. My little guy weighs 17 pounds, at five months. He has a huge appetite, and because of this, had stopped sleeping through the night. He was back to waking up, starving, at 3am. I knew it was time to start solids. My pediatrician told me to wait until six months. After talking with several moms and researching the topic, I determined that there is no cut-and-dry age for starting solids. So...we gave it a try. He LOVED it...he was opening his mouth, gumming his food and easily swallowing...all signs that he is absolutely ready for solids. His first meal was banana. He is in love. As for me...I am learning to trust myself, trust my mother's intuition, and trust that sometimes (perhaps most of the time) mama really does know best!