It’s hard to believe baby K is 4 months old.
You know what’s even harder?
Getting a decent photo of him!
Weighing in at a little less than 11 pounds, he’s still a small fry, and difficult to keep happy for long.
We think we catch a glimpse of a smile sometimes, but then it’s gone as suddenly as it came.
He doesn’t care much for my camera.
And he certainly wasn’t thrilled about lying on the floor with the monogrammed pumpkin. Me and my bright ideas.
How is he doing?
Well, the results from his second round of tests haven’t come in yet. We think he’s doing better, but the doctors keep insisting that there’s something wrong. They’re just doing their job, I suppose.
He’s still not making eye contact with us, but he does like to watch lights and look at his mobile we made him.
He found his thumb last Wednesday which was pretty fun.
Drinking only 2-3 oz. of milk at a time, he doesn’t eat enough to sleep very long, so he’s still up 2-3 times at night.
And he still gets his contacts removed every week for cleaning. So far, he seems to be tolerating them well.
A physical therapist comes every other Friday now to help him reach some milestones that he hasn’t reached yet.
We’re so thankful for the great doctors we have (however gloomy they may be at times) and for the care he’s receiving.
And most especially we’re thankful to the Lord, who has him in His hands and is watching over him day and night.