Whoorlito – 6 month update

Is it just me or does “Wito” sound extremely leader-of-the-baby-mafia-ish. I can hear it now, “DUDE, don’t let Wito find out what you did…he’ll cut your balls off”. That or he’ll eat you.

First things first. Let me just say that ultrasounds are horrible. Not so much the ultrasound itself, but having to restrain a scared and hysterical 6-month old baby while the ultrasound is being performed on him. And the fact that it’s MY BABY. UGH, you guys! It was the worst. The WORST. First off, no worries on why the ultrasound was being performed- Wito has a little cyst on the back of his head and his doctor wants to play it safe.

Anyway, given the way he reacted when the dermatologist was looking at the bump, I knew we were in for a rough time with the actual ultrasound. I don’t want to ramble on about something so seemingly insignificant compared to what other babies have to endure, but let me just say it took 3 staff members to hold him down. I’m not kidding. Four people (including me). And it didn’t help that they were having trouble getting a good shot of the bump, which translated into 20 minutes of hell. He was so unbelievably scared and upset that he vomited all over the exam table and sobbed uncontrollably after the procedure was finished. All of this coming from a child who merely winces when he receives his immunizations.

I stayed in the procedure room for a couple of minutes afterwards to try to calm him down. Luckily, I had his favorite book “Brown Bear, Brown Bear” in the diaper bag. As he sat in my lap crying with that precious lower lip shaking, the second I turned to his favorite page (the green frog), he leaned back into my shoulder, looked up at me with his wet eyes and smiled.

Oh my God. Oh my GOD. Talk about RIPPING your heart out. Then stomping, shredding and setting the rest of it on fire. I got home and called my parents, trying to be oh-so-stoic, but they knew I had officially entered fragile mode.

I guess I always thought the first six months would be the hardest when it came to the worrying. You know, being a new parent and not knowing the ropes. Is my baby sick? Hurt? Tired? Why is he crying so much? And in some ways, it is the hardest. The sleep deprivation, the newness of it all, etc. But it truly doesn’t compare in intensity to the depth of feeling when your child begins to take on a true personality of their own. Gone are the worries about how many wet diapers and naps your baby has per day, and in it’s place are questions like “Will this amazing little person be lucky enough to live a full and blessed life?” And I can only imagine the feeling continues to intensify as every day, month and year passes.

Oh my God, I could go on forever. But I won’t since Wito might kick my ass.

So, Wito Wito Wito. Wito’s big, y’all. He’s in the 93rd percentile for weight and is off the chart for height. Literally. There is no place on the height chart for Wito – he’s one long motherfucker (see, he will kick your ass!). He has more energy than a coked up college mascot- the jumping, sweet jebus, the jumping. He could jump in the damn jumperoo until his head detaches from his body. And when I pull him out (with much resistance), he jumps up and down in my arms only to stop when he decides to perform a back bend because obviously, seeing the world upside down is hella more interesting than right side up.

He’s also a major flirt, evident this morning as we were leaving the dermatologist’s office and he winked at the lovely UPS lady. I personally can’t confirm the wink as I was holding him and couldn’t see, but she was quite adamant that he WINKED. AT HER. SHE WOULDN’T LIE ABOUT SUCH A THING. I considered telling her the wink might have been his attempt at shielding his eye from her intense staring, but alas no. I decided to keep that little nugget to myself.

We’ve been spending lots of time on walks with SAJ and Baby Bug because he is truly happiest when we’re outdoors. Or maybe it’s because he wants to eat Baby Bug for lunch…I’ll have to get back to you on that one.


    February 15, 2007 at 5:18 pm

    Has it been six months already? Wow.

    You nailed it. The worrying intensifies, but it also gets more fun.

  2. lei

    February 15, 2007 at 5:21 pm

    baby bubs was 18 lbs. 12 oz. at his six-month appointment and everyone is always telling me how big he is, so i can imagine all the comments you get about whoorlito! baby bubs loves jumping, too. on top of that he has decided being 6-months-old is the pits and has been acting like an 8-month old: crawling on all fours and pulling up to STANDING. it’s totally crazy and so much more than i am ready for.

    hope all turns out well with the ultrasound and that he doesn’t have to go through that again any time soon!

  3. Andrea

    February 15, 2007 at 5:26 pm

    What a big boy! We just had our 6 month check and are at the other end of the chart. It is amazing how close they all start out and how fast the gap widens.

    Sorry about the ultrasound experience, glad that it is nothing to worry about. I find myself overwhelmed each day at all the new things there are to obsess and worry about, but when all is said and done I know that all I can do is enjoy each and every moment with my little guy because spending my days googling phantom ailments does neither of us any good.

    After the jumparoo video I may just have to run to target and buy one too. I am thinking hours of entertainment for the kid could mean more time for me to google those ailments….


  4. am'ti b

    February 15, 2007 at 5:29 pm

    we loved this video!

  5. mel

    February 15, 2007 at 5:30 pm

    You may want to chat with LVGurl, her 6 mo old also has a cyst on her head. I am sure it will turn out to be nothing as well.

    Love the jumping stage! He looks so proud!! And Cute! We also had our yoga mat underneath due to the hardwood floors. Love it!!

  6. Rachel

    February 15, 2007 at 6:16 pm

    Jillian was 17-11 at her six month checkup and everyone tells me she’s big, but she ain’t THAT big! Anders is a BIG DUDE! He and Jillian will be SO CUTE at prom in um, 2024.

    [Rachel falls down laughing at the thought of 2024]

    Anyway, things are starting to get fun for us, too. The jumping and the back bends and the lunging for toys and the landing on one’s face and the chewing of the toes and the teeth (the razor-sharp teeth) and the attempting actual food and the new sounds and funny faces and the putting everything in the mouth. Good times!

  7. nabbaliciou

    February 15, 2007 at 6:41 pm

    Man, I look at him bounce for too long and I start to feel woozy.

    He is just the cutest. I heart him!

  8. nabbalicious

    February 15, 2007 at 6:44 pm

    Help. I can’t spell my own name.

  9. Danielle

    February 15, 2007 at 6:44 pm

    The jumperoo is, as we say in our house, absolutely magical. Though I could live without the backbends; my angel does them when she’s pissed at me.

  10. Amanda

    February 15, 2007 at 7:15 pm

    I love his little wide leg pants flapping in the wind he creates from his vigorous jumping.

  11. lini

    February 15, 2007 at 7:37 pm

    “He looked up at me with his wet eyes and smiled”,damn, I can barely see to write this.

  12. Kim

    February 15, 2007 at 8:26 pm

    Ohhh my baby is so crushing on your baby. She was on my lap as I watched the video and she squealed and jumped and giggled the whole time… all three times I played it for her. He really is just too cute!

  13. Neptunebaby

    February 15, 2007 at 9:34 pm

    He is so cute! I can’t imagine going through the ultrasound experience. My 3 month old daughter is sick with her first cold and I feel horrible when I have to suction her nose. She screams like the world is coming to an end and I am the cause of it. It breaks my heart.

    I can’t wait until she is old enough to really enjoy a jumperoo like he does. It looks like he’s having an awful lot of fun!

  14. Darren McLikeshimself

    February 16, 2007 at 6:00 am

    He kills me! And it’s been six months already?! Time sure flies… when you’re regularly checking up on people you don’t actually know…

  15. Jen

    February 16, 2007 at 5:06 am

    OK so…the part about your poor little one being terrified to the point of vomiting on the exam table brought tears to my eyes, but you have super-duper mothering skills and calmed him down. I’m not a mom yet but can’t imagine what it must have been like. Good thing Wito’s otherwise such a tough Mafia kingpin!