I am not one of those people who just blindly trust doctors.  Not anymore anyway.  Not since becoming a mom.  I used to be though.  I used to feel that they are professionals.  They are the ones with the degree, with the experience.  That they would be honest, to admit when they aren't 100 % up to date with your specific illness.  How wrong was I.

There are many examples that I could not and maybe this is only a problem here in my home town..maybe on in South Africa.  I don't know.  I do know this.  I often say I have no regrets - but that is not true.  I have one.  I totally regret that I only breastfed Quintus for 7 weeks.  Due to bad advice from my pediatrician. 

At Quintus' six weeks check-up, I was told that Quintus was underweight (this while he was steadily gaining weight, had more than enough wet diapers, were thriving, happy and even sleeping well!)  He told me to give him a bottle or so a day of formula milk. 

Yes, obviously he started choosing the bottle over breast.  I will never forget how sad I was the day he started drinking only formula.  I can still feel the tears come up when I think about it.

My point?  A new mom that I know, has just been told the same thing.  Baby boy has apparently not picked up enough weight.  Also the doc *thinks* that the baby is lactose intolerant and therefor the baby should go onto formula!!???  Come on!!!???  The mom only has to cut out dairy.  URGH.  I get so upset with doctors.  She has been informed but what she does with the information is obviously up to her.  As a first time mom, she might still decide to rather trust the doctor.

My little Zander loves physical touch.  Being held.  Being in his sling.  Sleeping on my chest. My mom thankfully loves having the kids close to her as well, so he has been taking his naps either on my mom's chest or mine.

However this is now turning out to be a bit of a problem.  My mom has a back problem.  Zander is getting heavy.  This is not a good combination.  So we are trying to teach him to sleep on the bed.  Obviously we still get him to fall asleep in our arms (by rocking him on a chair) and then putting him down on the bed. 

Today was his first day and he only managed to nap for about 45 to an hour every time.  I know that's not bad for most kiddos but my son loves his sleep.  He was exhausted by the time we got home.  Little boy is now fast asleep on my chest as I type this.

I'm sure that in time he will get used to taking his naps on the bed.

(I know that I'll get flamed.  Saying that I should have known better.  That I spoiled him.  BLAH.  No I did not.  This is my third child.  I have done this with all three.  The way my life is, I can do this for my kids.  Just a pity that my mom's back is getting worse.  Kids grow up way too quickly and need all the closeness and love that they can possibly get)

It's the end of our rugby season.  So I won't bug you with updates on my son's rugby games for a whole year lol  However, since we still had rugby yesterday, I'll bore you one last time :)

Short update.  We won all our games.  There was yet another "incidence" with another school.  Again a big school.  Again putting bigger kids to play against our boys.

We are assuming because we have been unbeatable all season, they bigger schools are doing all in their power to beat us.  We could clearly see in the last game that at least two (out of the five) players were much older than our guys.  During the first half, we really battle to score against them but you could also see these guys had much better ball handling skill than all the other Grade R children.  They were also playing too hard against our children, really beyond how the normal games are.  During half time we went up to the coach to confirm if the guys are all in Grade R.  We turned to the kids and asked, who of you are in Grade 1 (which would make the a year older than our kids) and the one boy answered that he is not in Grade 1, he is in Grade 2!!  The coach denied this, although when the second half started, those two bigger boys were off.  We scored five quick tries then and they put them back on.  Urgh...I can't see the point to try and beat a team by putting older kids on the field.  We won them anyway but that was unpleasant for us and the kids.  That is not what their games should be about.

Last night was the year (season) end function for the rugby.  It was lots of fun.  The kids all got trophies and we had a lovely barbecue with the other parents.  Even though it will be heaven to have my lazy Saturday mornings back, I will miss the rugby.  Socializing with the other parents.  I have uploaded some photos from yesterdays game and from the prize-giving here.  There's also some photos of Zander and his sling. He so loves that sling of his.

Look who is trying to sit up already!  My newborn?  Yeah okay I need a reality check lol

Whenever I lie him down, he tries to sit up.... he has some strong stomach muscles that's all I know.  I put him sitting in his doughnut cushion and he managed to keep sitting for a few seconds.  Yes, that's my hand right there.  Can't want my youngest falling over and getting hurt.

I have to go to a conference this morning.  In another town.  I have a breastfeeding baby who has never had a bottle.  I also do not know how mother's pump cause I sure can't!

Anyway, Tommie is taking Zander and Jason (we are getting back too late to pick him up from school)  with so that I can feed Zander in between.

What an awesome understanding father