I decided that it might be best to chop Noah's story into 3 parts to make it easier for people to read, so here is part 2 of 3.Noah was now 6 months old and there was a minor setback. I will admit that I am a very protective mother, so when Noah hit that 6 month mark and hadn't rolled over yet I was a little concerned. We hadn't signed Noah up for Help Me Grow (our state early intervention/evaluation service) in the beginning because we didn't think that Noah would really need them. Now, however, I wanted their opinion. The evaluator came, checked Noah over, said he was fine (except for needing an eye exam), and said it was up to us if we wanted to continue services. We decided not to. Noah had his eye exam (normal) and rolled over on his own 2 weeks later. Everything was fine and I was just over-reacting! He sat on his own at 8 months old, was teething like a fiend, and started chunky baby food. That's when the next issue came up.
Noah and chunky baby food just did not mix. Noah had always been prone to gagging/spitting up/vomiting, so I wasn't overly worried when he began doing it while eating the chunky stuff. After all, it was a new texture and maybe he just needed time to get used to it. I spoke to his pediatrician and he agreed. After a month of Noah getting sick during almost half of his meals, I began to have some doubts. His pediatrician though, thought all was fine. Noah was growing well and appeared healthy. We also mentioned to his pediatrician that Noah really enjoyed spinning things, didn't like to look people in the eyes much, and had a far off look in his eyes frequently. We were told not to worry. These things aren't unusual for a baby Noah's age. Something just didn't seem right, but we figured that the pediatrician knew what he was doing. Noah was nearing his 1st birthday and things were okay...no better, no worse.
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