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.

  1. BeachMama

    February 16, 2007 at 5:41 am

    Wow, six months has passed already. It goes by in a flash that is for sure.

    I was tearing up at your recount of him being so scared he threw up. I wouldn’t have wanted to be in the room with my baby crying like that. I would have been balling. My guy still cried tears of death when I clip his nails!

    As for a big kid, I totally understand, except mine was 21lbs at 3 months, not 6!! Once they start walking they get slim out and become all muscle.

    And how awesome that you are able to hook up with SAJ for walks, oh how I wish our weather was good enough for a nice walk right now, and with the ocean right beside us too:). Have fun.

  2. nabbalicious

    February 16, 2007 at 6:26 am

    OK, that’s embarrassing…my original comment in which I misspelled “Nabbalicious” isn’t there, but me just randomly saying “Help, I can’t spell my own name” is. I swear I’m not insane!

    All right. I think I’ve done enough damage here, so I’ll just resume normal commenting on the next post.

  3. Kate

    February 16, 2007 at 7:08 am

    Ahhh…the music on the jumperoo. I can’t tell you how grateful I am that it has an off switch, and that the low volume is actually low. But, like Wito (love it) the baby loves the jumperoo, so we deal.

    I hated your recount of the ultrasound. One of the hardest things about being a mom is having to do something that you know will hurt them, but that will pay off in the long run. I had to remember that when I took Joey for a neck x ray at one month old (not fun.) Luckily he was tiny and it only took two of us to stop him from squirming. Glad to hear that everything checked out okay, though.

  4. LVGurl

    February 16, 2007 at 7:11 am

    Hey! I’m writing you an email. Going through the same noggin issues — per Mel’s statement above. Email forthcoming.

    Big babies rock!

  5. Sam

    February 16, 2007 at 7:29 am

    Bless his adorable little heart – I think I would have thrown up, if I were his mama! And Wito! I love it! Will he beat up someone for me? You know, if I need him to? If my future kid is bad, can I threaten them with “a visit from Wito”?

    Will have to wait until I get home to watch the jumping video, as I’m sure it will make me crack up. Viva Wito!

  6. Filtering Life

    February 16, 2007 at 8:38 am

    Oh my goodness…that is the most heart wrenching story. I can not imagine having to hold my child down like that. Iknow the rational side of mothering repeats in your brain, “this is the best for the, this is what will help them.” but your heart is screaming..”STOP hurting my child.” You have ever right to be a bit rattled after that!

    The jumperoo is hilarious. How old before they can start jumping or is it a neck strength thing? We have one and I am dying to put her in it..not sure if she is ready and don’t want her to decapitate herself! Wow..Anders and Chloe are still a tall match made in heaven. He is insanely cute!

  7. SAJ

    February 16, 2007 at 8:04 am

    Little babies rock too!

    Hey, that video was magic. I was able to clip all ten of Baby Bug’s fingernails while she watched it. Thank you.

  8. sizzle

    February 16, 2007 at 8:10 am

    my nephew loves to jump to and hang upside down. it’s a great age right now because you can see their personality emerging. he’s not even my kid but i feel that extra protectiveness of him as he becomes more and more himself.

    wito is a most excellent nickname for him. he’s totally going to rule the mob! :)

  9. Jessica

    February 16, 2007 at 8:34 am

    6 Months already… Amazing isn’t it?

    Just an FYI… Raise up the jumperoo (if you still can!!) we keep forgetting to raise it up and Lilley is slamming her feet into the floor…Looks painful to me, but surprise she keeps on jumping. :)

    Congrats on making to half a year…

  10. Fernanda

    February 16, 2007 at 9:55 am

    Your son is the cutest boy ever!!!
    I found out i’m having a boy yesterday, so I plan to come here everyday and stare at anders pictures so maybe my kid gets inspired and looks that cute too!!

  11. Lyndsay

    February 16, 2007 at 10:05 am

    That little tune haunts my dreams. We have the same jumperoo and Beans has learned to push the button, so I hear that tune from 6 – 9 p.m. as he loves to jump, as well. But then he decides in a split second that he doesn’t want to jump anymore and it’s as if someone is burning him with lit cigaretted. Fickle little fellow.

  12. Jennifer

    February 16, 2007 at 10:36 am

    He sure can bounce. What a cutie Wito is :) So sorry you had to go through that ultrasound experience. I think the worst experience we’ve had so far, hands down, was when my oldest was 5 months old and we had to have her head casted for a helmet. There wasn’t a thing I could do to prepare myself for that.

  13. bishOp stu tu

    February 16, 2007 at 10:37 am

    whOOrl gOOrl…

    I have just read your best work. kUdOs.

    yo prOUd pOps, da bishOp

  14. don't call me ma'am

    February 16, 2007 at 12:12 pm

    Stick with “Wito.” In fact, I think you should consider adding it to his legal name.

    Great post… and since the video is blocked at work (such buttheads!), I’ll have to wait to see His Wonderfulness when I get home.

  15. Sadie

    February 16, 2007 at 1:15 pm

    WAIT WAIT WAIT, how has no one else noticed that Whoorlito is wearing a shirt with Tupac on it???!!! OMFG that is fabulous. Wito is so gangsta.