Jacob is 2 months old.
Time is flying by. I know everyone says that, but really it's true.
He went to the doctor on Thursday and weighed in at 11 pounds, 11 ounces and 23 1/4 inches long.
That puts him in the 50th percentile for his weight and 75th percentile for his height. Thankfully both kids have their Dad's height as of now and it doesn't look like they will be taking after short me.
After 2 months of switching formulas the doctor decided that he probably does have acid reflux and it would be a good idea to try a little medication. So far it seems to be helping. He had been arching his back, crying and fighting us while eating and now he doesn't seem to be in as much pain.
The doctor also has referred us to a physical therapist for Torticollis. Basically that means he has a "twisted neck" and we have to work out the kinks. Funny thing is Ethan had the same thing. Physical therapy worked great for him and I'm sure we'll have great results with Jacob too. I'm really hoping we get the same physical therapist as before.
Jacob has also improved tremendously as far as the crying and crankiness goes. He's not crying all day long and he's able to hang out for periods of time without having to be held. He still wants to be held quite a bit but I think that's just the way he's going to be. I know one day he won't want me to hold him anymore and I'll be wishing for the days when he was a baby again. Don't get me wrong, some days when my arm is sore and my hand is numb from holding him I'm not too happy about it, but I've got to remind myself that he's only a baby once.
So overall, things are going much smoother than before and we're starting to get into swing of things around here. I'm still hesitant about taking them out by myself but I'm getting there. It's just nice to have an extra pair of hands around for now.