When we were finally allowed to bring Truman home our lives were full of "firsts" and we had a lot of learning to do. We were learning how to breastfeed, how to change diapers, how to bathe a squirmy newborn and most of all we were learning all about our son. Truman was also learning all about us. I can remember our first night home like it was yesterday. Jerry and I decided to go out for a little bit with Truman, despite my instincts telling me to take it easy and just be at home. I was just in a hospital bed for four days and was dying to be on the move. For those who know me, I don't like to stay still for too long! I paid for this little adventure of ours, but looking back, it was worth it (sorry honey, it probably didn't help you in the end). Our first night of trying to sleep did not go so well. Jerry and I were up every half hour or so, trying to console our young son. The next night we discovered co-sleeping! Finally both Truman and I were able to get some sleep, but my poor husband, the worrier that he is could not get any sleep despite being in the basement. Any sound he heard he came running up the stairs to see if his family was alright.
Our little man was a hungry, hungry hippo. He could eat, and eat some more and never seemed to be full. Especially at night when I felt as though I was feeding him for hours, and then he would still manage to finish an entire bottle of formula. Still to this day, my little boy can eat any other one year old under the table. He loves food, but then again, who in the Topolski-Braun household doesn't?
Just before six months we started Truman on solids and he of course loved it. I have learned from this experience to trust my instincts and not go always go with recommendations. I had noticed that Truman seemed hungrier just leading up to this point and he was always watching us eat. He ended up losing weight between his five and six month appointment. I have learned now to listen to my gut.