We met with the pediatric GI specialist today. Basically, her "weight" age is 6.5 months. Her weight/height ratio puts her at about the 1-2 percentile. However, she doesn't "look" malnourished or anything. After conversing with the doctor, and he hearing how she has simply refused the bottle, he believes the issue is more of an input problem than anything else. We're looking at more of a "psychological" issue. The doctor feels pretty confident that she can start gaining weight again and we're shooting for at least half an ounce a day.
He gave us several samples of some soy formulas and a recipe to make the water/formula mixture more dense to allow for more calories per drink. I'm still not confident that she will drink the formula from a sippy cup, though. She has been doing MUCH better with the sippy cup with water/juice...but we were told no more juice!
We were also told not to introduce her to whole milk until around 16-18 months. He said milk is not simply an allergy problem...something about the way the fat/calories/etc. are combined isn't adequate for growing infants. Since she is behind in her growth, we need to wait until she is more like an "average" one year old before starting her on whole milk.
We tried the formula today in the sippy cup and she isn't "chugging" it like she was with the diluted juice. Now this might be partial in part because we added the plug...we started that over the weekend. But I can definitely tell she's not as interested in sipping on it like she was. Hopefully that gets better. Until then, we're going to randomly give her an ounce via syringe throughout the day.
One interesting thing the doctor suggested was to add a teaspoon (maybe tablespoon??) of melted butter to her foods. So we will be starting that.
I'm on a mission to find some healthy ways to increase her calorie intake throughout the day. Here is a list I have compiled from friends & the internet. If you have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them.
Pastina (or ditalini) with butter (or cream cheese) and grated cheese
Boiled mashed potatoes with butter (or cream cheese) and cheese
Grilled cheese (coating bread with a healthy dose of butter)
Avocados - mashed - can add cream cheese
Whole Milk Yogurt mixed w/fruit (we have tried this before plain as a drink...she did NOT like it)
Cheese - Cheddar, Colby, Jack, American - we have already been doing this but will definitely increase
We have an appointment in 2 months to see how she is improving (hopefully). If not, he'll probably want tests done. However, he seemed very confident that this will work. We'll continue to pray.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
appointments
1 - I meet with my doctor tomorrow to discuss the issue of a VBAC - I'm not holding my breath. I'll keep you updated on his thoughts/comments/etc.
2 - Layla has an appointment to meet with a pediatric GI specialist in Indy on the 27th. Her doctor said not to worry - most babies with GI issues have diarrhea and/or vomiting. She just doesn't want to miss anything. I'm glad she said that because it really puts me at ease. I like to know that we have a doctor who's willing to rule out everything and not just assume. Again, I'll keep you updated.
2 - Layla has an appointment to meet with a pediatric GI specialist in Indy on the 27th. Her doctor said not to worry - most babies with GI issues have diarrhea and/or vomiting. She just doesn't want to miss anything. I'm glad she said that because it really puts me at ease. I like to know that we have a doctor who's willing to rule out everything and not just assume. Again, I'll keep you updated.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
pendulum swing
I'm feeling oddly okay with having another c-section. Let me not dwell on the issue...
Saturday, January 10, 2009
When it Rains, it Pours
Not that anything I'm about to mention is extremely drastic (at least at this moment), but it all came within 30-45 minutes and I was overwhelmed.
First - Layla lost a couple of ounces. I had just let go of worrying about her weight. I was confident everything was fine. She ate like a pig over break! I also know that she is very happy & active. I was okay with "petite" being normal for her. However, I was not at all prepared for a loss! In fact, we had an actual appointment scheduled with the doctor on Wednesday that we cancelled b/c we thought everything was fine. Don't worry...the doctor gave us permission to cancel a few weeks ago when we went in for her fever and she had gained a few ounces. Therefore, the doctors weren't there when we went in. The nurse informed us they would have to let the doctor know of the loss (I knew they would). I'm now waiting for the phone call to see what happens from here...
Second - Without going into details, moving to find teaching jobs elsewhere is apparently not even an option (near or distant future).
Third - This one was the kicker. I was composed for the aforementioned news...this one set me over. I received an email from a doula here in Indiana stating that it's hard to find a hospital that allows you to try a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean). Let me start by stating that I am not pregnant. :-) Jeremy and I are thinking about trying again very soon, though. Let me create a timeline. A few weeks ago I sent an email out to several local doulas asking what they do and told them about my experience with Layla's birth. On Monday I called to ask my doctor if he allows VBACs. I left a message at the nurses' station and they returned with a message stating that he really doesn't. In the two years this particular nurse has worked with him, she's only known him to do one. I have a consultation with him Wednesday to discuss the issue. The email from the doula caused me to lose almost all hope. I could write a 3-page essay on my thoughts/reasons for trying a VBAC - I will attempt to summarize in several statements/questions. These were running amok in my head for about a month or two after having Layla and only pop up every so often. They have recently resurfaced and seem to be lingering quite a bit more. I understand that most of these statements and questions are "what ifs" and I can't change what happened...but I can't hide the fact that they're playing a huge role in my emotional state.
* I'm upset with myself for deciding on an induction
* I'm upset that I didn't ask more questions before hand
* Why did my water have to be broken so soon after starting pitocin?
* Why didn't I speak up and ask when I knew that was about to happen even though the questions were running through my head?
* I'm frustrated at the hospital for not letting me walk around during labor
* I repeat, I'm very upset (and was at the time!) that I couldn't walk around - other hospitals allow walking even though the woman is on a pitocin drip
* Was it ABSOLUTELY necessary to not wait any longer and a c-section was now the only option?
* I regret not getting a second opinion about my "narrow pelvic bone"
* Why did I only just find out about this "problem" 30 weeks into my pregnancy?
Here are my hopes:
* I find a doctor who will let me attempt a VBAC
* I don't fall to the pressures of being induced - I have already told Jeremy to not let me (despite how uncomfortable I may be)
- If it's medically necessary, that's another story
* I have an active labor (walking, etc.)
* I find a hospital that will let me try (I am willing to drive to Indy if necessary...does that sound ridiculous?)
-My aunt had a VBAC 14 years ago! Her c-section was due to her first being a "footling" which is a different circumstance than me, but surely someone will let me try.
I feel as though I was robbed of one of the most beautiful experiences a woman can have. I just want the opportunity to try. I've read the pros & cons. If I do have the opportunity to try...and it turns out that the next baby is absolutely stuck and can't make it through, and a c-section is necessary, I will be okay with that. I won't be happy, but I will be okay. If I'm told I can never try...there will be all these regrets floating around in my head that I'd rather not have. Up until this moment, I can't recall a single regret. I know I will just always wonder what would have happened if I would have done a little more on my part before, spoke up, etc.
First - Layla lost a couple of ounces. I had just let go of worrying about her weight. I was confident everything was fine. She ate like a pig over break! I also know that she is very happy & active. I was okay with "petite" being normal for her. However, I was not at all prepared for a loss! In fact, we had an actual appointment scheduled with the doctor on Wednesday that we cancelled b/c we thought everything was fine. Don't worry...the doctor gave us permission to cancel a few weeks ago when we went in for her fever and she had gained a few ounces. Therefore, the doctors weren't there when we went in. The nurse informed us they would have to let the doctor know of the loss (I knew they would). I'm now waiting for the phone call to see what happens from here...
Second - Without going into details, moving to find teaching jobs elsewhere is apparently not even an option (near or distant future).
Third - This one was the kicker. I was composed for the aforementioned news...this one set me over. I received an email from a doula here in Indiana stating that it's hard to find a hospital that allows you to try a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean). Let me start by stating that I am not pregnant. :-) Jeremy and I are thinking about trying again very soon, though. Let me create a timeline. A few weeks ago I sent an email out to several local doulas asking what they do and told them about my experience with Layla's birth. On Monday I called to ask my doctor if he allows VBACs. I left a message at the nurses' station and they returned with a message stating that he really doesn't. In the two years this particular nurse has worked with him, she's only known him to do one. I have a consultation with him Wednesday to discuss the issue. The email from the doula caused me to lose almost all hope. I could write a 3-page essay on my thoughts/reasons for trying a VBAC - I will attempt to summarize in several statements/questions. These were running amok in my head for about a month or two after having Layla and only pop up every so often. They have recently resurfaced and seem to be lingering quite a bit more. I understand that most of these statements and questions are "what ifs" and I can't change what happened...but I can't hide the fact that they're playing a huge role in my emotional state.
* I'm upset with myself for deciding on an induction
* I'm upset that I didn't ask more questions before hand
* Why did my water have to be broken so soon after starting pitocin?
* Why didn't I speak up and ask when I knew that was about to happen even though the questions were running through my head?
* I'm frustrated at the hospital for not letting me walk around during labor
* I repeat, I'm very upset (and was at the time!) that I couldn't walk around - other hospitals allow walking even though the woman is on a pitocin drip
* Was it ABSOLUTELY necessary to not wait any longer and a c-section was now the only option?
* I regret not getting a second opinion about my "narrow pelvic bone"
* Why did I only just find out about this "problem" 30 weeks into my pregnancy?
Here are my hopes:
* I find a doctor who will let me attempt a VBAC
* I don't fall to the pressures of being induced - I have already told Jeremy to not let me (despite how uncomfortable I may be)
- If it's medically necessary, that's another story
* I have an active labor (walking, etc.)
* I find a hospital that will let me try (I am willing to drive to Indy if necessary...does that sound ridiculous?)
-My aunt had a VBAC 14 years ago! Her c-section was due to her first being a "footling" which is a different circumstance than me, but surely someone will let me try.
I feel as though I was robbed of one of the most beautiful experiences a woman can have. I just want the opportunity to try. I've read the pros & cons. If I do have the opportunity to try...and it turns out that the next baby is absolutely stuck and can't make it through, and a c-section is necessary, I will be okay with that. I won't be happy, but I will be okay. If I'm told I can never try...there will be all these regrets floating around in my head that I'd rather not have. Up until this moment, I can't recall a single regret. I know I will just always wonder what would have happened if I would have done a little more on my part before, spoke up, etc.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Daycare Reflections
I should technically title this "Childcare" Reflections since they're taking care of the child, not the day...but I've grown up calling it daycare and I'm sure I always will.
All mothers, moms-to-be, and future mothers - Please read!! You are my target audience for this particular blog. I'd love to hear your comments, thoughts, reflections, etc. as they apply to you and your current/past/future situation.
I've not had a chance to blog about my reflections on sending Layla to daycare and I figured now is an appropriate time to do so as the calendar year is coming to an end. If you've read my past posts about my thoughts/fears/reluctance to head back to work and send Layla to a daycare, it might be interesting for you to read to gain a better understanding of exactly how/what I was feeling. They're found in my posts during July & August.
To put it in a nutshell, I was one huge, emotional basket-case for about a month leading up to Layla's first day at Little Hands. Oddly enough, on that first day, I didn't shed a single tear. It didn't rip me up inside to let her go. I did call once to check up on her, and that was it. I was completely surprised by how I handled the whole situation once it finally arrived.
Four months later, I absolutely LOVE that she's attending daycare!
These thoughts have become more apparent/vivid this past week as I had it off work and was able to spend every moment with Layla. It sounds a little ironic, I know.
It could just be a stage Layla is in, but I truly believe she is simply bored at home with just us and her few toys (yay for Christmas gifts!!). She's very whiny and clingy. If I'm not physically in the room with her, crying ensues! Don't get me wrong, I love my daughter and at times enjoy the clinginess...but my goodness! I can't get anything done! I don't know if I could handle that every day :-)
She 100% knows who mommy & daddy are. She knows when she's home and when she's somewhere else. She always has. Daycare has not prevented/hindered any relationship between us.
I've watched her with her cousins as we're at all our holiday get-togethers and am amazed at how much she enjoys watching & playing with them. It gives me great joy to know that she gets to have that much fun every day with all the kids who attend Little Hands.
I know that she saves all her "firsts" for home based on conversations with the ladies at the daycare. I remember them being so impressed one day on how well she was pulling herself up and I thought to myself "she's been doing that for a week or two now." When Layla begins saying a new word, it seems they have never heard her say it when I mention it at drop-off or pick-up. On the flip-side, I know that she's learned words from daycare that she wouldn't have otherwise learned because we don't (or didn't) use them.
I cherish the first 5.5 months I had with her and hope that I get to spend a fairly equivalent amount of time with any future children we may have...but I don't regret going back to work.
I'm simlpy hoping to encourage you that it's not as bad as it might feel...sending your precious little bundle to a strange house/building every day. A lot of positives can come from it. She's interacting with other kids & learning physical, mental & social skills that couldn't happen at home with just me.
I've actually not had a single negative thought from the moment I dropped her off at her first day of "school."
I may not have the cleanest house because when I'm home I'd rather focus on her than what's around us...but that's just the way it might have to be.
I'm sure this post would have a far different approach had I stayed home, but I don't regret one second of the past 4 months.
If you're at home now struggling with the idea of leaving your little one...pregnant and weighing your options...or know that one day you will start a family of your own...I would love to talk with you, be an ear as you unload your thoughts & feelings, and encourage you as you deal with this emotional war within. I've been there...I know how it feels...and I know you get through it with minimal battle wounds & victory for both you & your child :-)
All mothers, moms-to-be, and future mothers - Please read!! You are my target audience for this particular blog. I'd love to hear your comments, thoughts, reflections, etc. as they apply to you and your current/past/future situation.
I've not had a chance to blog about my reflections on sending Layla to daycare and I figured now is an appropriate time to do so as the calendar year is coming to an end. If you've read my past posts about my thoughts/fears/reluctance to head back to work and send Layla to a daycare, it might be interesting for you to read to gain a better understanding of exactly how/what I was feeling. They're found in my posts during July & August.
To put it in a nutshell, I was one huge, emotional basket-case for about a month leading up to Layla's first day at Little Hands. Oddly enough, on that first day, I didn't shed a single tear. It didn't rip me up inside to let her go. I did call once to check up on her, and that was it. I was completely surprised by how I handled the whole situation once it finally arrived.
Four months later, I absolutely LOVE that she's attending daycare!
These thoughts have become more apparent/vivid this past week as I had it off work and was able to spend every moment with Layla. It sounds a little ironic, I know.
It could just be a stage Layla is in, but I truly believe she is simply bored at home with just us and her few toys (yay for Christmas gifts!!). She's very whiny and clingy. If I'm not physically in the room with her, crying ensues! Don't get me wrong, I love my daughter and at times enjoy the clinginess...but my goodness! I can't get anything done! I don't know if I could handle that every day :-)
She 100% knows who mommy & daddy are. She knows when she's home and when she's somewhere else. She always has. Daycare has not prevented/hindered any relationship between us.
I've watched her with her cousins as we're at all our holiday get-togethers and am amazed at how much she enjoys watching & playing with them. It gives me great joy to know that she gets to have that much fun every day with all the kids who attend Little Hands.
I know that she saves all her "firsts" for home based on conversations with the ladies at the daycare. I remember them being so impressed one day on how well she was pulling herself up and I thought to myself "she's been doing that for a week or two now." When Layla begins saying a new word, it seems they have never heard her say it when I mention it at drop-off or pick-up. On the flip-side, I know that she's learned words from daycare that she wouldn't have otherwise learned because we don't (or didn't) use them.
I cherish the first 5.5 months I had with her and hope that I get to spend a fairly equivalent amount of time with any future children we may have...but I don't regret going back to work.
I'm simlpy hoping to encourage you that it's not as bad as it might feel...sending your precious little bundle to a strange house/building every day. A lot of positives can come from it. She's interacting with other kids & learning physical, mental & social skills that couldn't happen at home with just me.
I've actually not had a single negative thought from the moment I dropped her off at her first day of "school."
I may not have the cleanest house because when I'm home I'd rather focus on her than what's around us...but that's just the way it might have to be.
I'm sure this post would have a far different approach had I stayed home, but I don't regret one second of the past 4 months.
If you're at home now struggling with the idea of leaving your little one...pregnant and weighing your options...or know that one day you will start a family of your own...I would love to talk with you, be an ear as you unload your thoughts & feelings, and encourage you as you deal with this emotional war within. I've been there...I know how it feels...and I know you get through it with minimal battle wounds & victory for both you & your child :-)
Thursday, December 18, 2008
First Fever & What I Learned
It was bound to happen sooner or later. Layla officially has her first fever.
It all started yesterday. Mommy and Daddy got to stay home because of a snow day and Layla decided to be fussy and clingy ALL day. This is not like her at all! She is such a happy baby. However, I didn't think much about it (except the inconvenience of it). As I was nursing her at the end of the day I noticed she kept flapping at her ear. This made me think maybe she was getting an ear infection and that's why she was so fussy all day. I put her down for the night and a few hours later headed to bed myself. I went in to check on her and noticed the humidifier was leaking. Needless to say, I woke her up with all my commotion. I lifted her up and noticed she was very warm. I took her temp. and it showed 99.8. I was slightly concerned. Usually when I take her temp it's 97-something.
I woke up this morning and she still felt warm - her temp. was down to 99.2. I decided to send her to "school" and told the ladies of her behavior yesterday and temp. this morning. I called to check on her mid-morning and she ate breakfast well and had just gone down for a nap. They told me she felt warm and would check her temp. when she woke up and call to let me know the results. As I was enjoying a lunch out with my team to celebrate Christmas I got the call. Layla's temp. was 101.8!!! I couldn't believe it! I was thinking maybe 99 still...but not 102! I left lunch early, made up my plans for the afternoon, made a doctor's appointment and picked her up. She definitely felt hot!
We came home for a bit and she took a little nap before her appointment. By the time we finally got called back to get her temp. checked by the nurse it was about 3 hours after the child care initially called me. The nurse's thermometer read 99.6. I was a bit relieved, but curious as to the big difference in temps.
The doctor comes in and is at first excited to see that Layla has gained 5 oz. since her last appointment! Then we get to business. She checks her ears - no infection. She tells me that their thermometer is pretty accurate because it's some high-tech silver thing and that 100.3 constitutes a fever. She's curious as to how Layla's temp. dropped so quickly with no fever reducer and asks how they took her temperature at child care. At the time I didn't know, but I later found out it's under the arm. We're not sure why there's such a difference and the doctor prescribes an antibiotic in case she gets worse or starts showing other symptoms over the weekend/holidays.
We leave with not much resolution to the reason for the fever and therefore my mind isn't at peace. I know my daughter is not her usual self and has temp. readings around 2 degrees higher than her "average."
I call the child care to tell them that nothing contagious was determined and asked about the possibility of her returning tomorrow since she doesn't technically have a fever. It turns out that 2 other kids were sent home with fevers...one being Layla's friend Macy. So maybe there really is something to this.
I take her temp. around 4:30 or so and my thermometer reads 101.8! Now I'm just confused! I check it later in the evening and it's about 100.8. I'm not sure why her temp. didn't read higher at the doctor's office.
Regardless, she's still fairly happy and is showing no other signs...and I hope she doesn't! I'm not looking forward to our first vomiting episode or exploding diarrhea!!
***
What I learned:
1.) You do not need to add a degree when you take a temp. with a digital thermometer under the arm (the child care & a couple other people told me this which would have made her temp. near 103)
2.) Check at least 3 times under the arms to get an accurate idea of temp. (rectal is best...no thank you!)
3.) You do not need to rush to the doctor at the first sign of fever - I think I always knew this...but I wasn't necessarily thinking rationally with the knowledge that my first child has her first fever.
4.) Going to the doctor too early might result in missing the true cause of the fever
5.) Although fevers aren't good, it allows for a bit more cuddle time than usual. :-)
On a lighter note...Layla kept saying "uh-oh" when the doctor was in the room. In fact, the doctor noticed it before I did...I think I was too intent on listening to what she had to tell me. She was very impressed with Layla saying this at 9 months. It looks like we're going to have quite the talker on our hands.
It all started yesterday. Mommy and Daddy got to stay home because of a snow day and Layla decided to be fussy and clingy ALL day. This is not like her at all! She is such a happy baby. However, I didn't think much about it (except the inconvenience of it). As I was nursing her at the end of the day I noticed she kept flapping at her ear. This made me think maybe she was getting an ear infection and that's why she was so fussy all day. I put her down for the night and a few hours later headed to bed myself. I went in to check on her and noticed the humidifier was leaking. Needless to say, I woke her up with all my commotion. I lifted her up and noticed she was very warm. I took her temp. and it showed 99.8. I was slightly concerned. Usually when I take her temp it's 97-something.
I woke up this morning and she still felt warm - her temp. was down to 99.2. I decided to send her to "school" and told the ladies of her behavior yesterday and temp. this morning. I called to check on her mid-morning and she ate breakfast well and had just gone down for a nap. They told me she felt warm and would check her temp. when she woke up and call to let me know the results. As I was enjoying a lunch out with my team to celebrate Christmas I got the call. Layla's temp. was 101.8!!! I couldn't believe it! I was thinking maybe 99 still...but not 102! I left lunch early, made up my plans for the afternoon, made a doctor's appointment and picked her up. She definitely felt hot!
We came home for a bit and she took a little nap before her appointment. By the time we finally got called back to get her temp. checked by the nurse it was about 3 hours after the child care initially called me. The nurse's thermometer read 99.6. I was a bit relieved, but curious as to the big difference in temps.
The doctor comes in and is at first excited to see that Layla has gained 5 oz. since her last appointment! Then we get to business. She checks her ears - no infection. She tells me that their thermometer is pretty accurate because it's some high-tech silver thing and that 100.3 constitutes a fever. She's curious as to how Layla's temp. dropped so quickly with no fever reducer and asks how they took her temperature at child care. At the time I didn't know, but I later found out it's under the arm. We're not sure why there's such a difference and the doctor prescribes an antibiotic in case she gets worse or starts showing other symptoms over the weekend/holidays.
We leave with not much resolution to the reason for the fever and therefore my mind isn't at peace. I know my daughter is not her usual self and has temp. readings around 2 degrees higher than her "average."
I call the child care to tell them that nothing contagious was determined and asked about the possibility of her returning tomorrow since she doesn't technically have a fever. It turns out that 2 other kids were sent home with fevers...one being Layla's friend Macy. So maybe there really is something to this.
I take her temp. around 4:30 or so and my thermometer reads 101.8! Now I'm just confused! I check it later in the evening and it's about 100.8. I'm not sure why her temp. didn't read higher at the doctor's office.
Regardless, she's still fairly happy and is showing no other signs...and I hope she doesn't! I'm not looking forward to our first vomiting episode or exploding diarrhea!!
***
What I learned:
1.) You do not need to add a degree when you take a temp. with a digital thermometer under the arm (the child care & a couple other people told me this which would have made her temp. near 103)
2.) Check at least 3 times under the arms to get an accurate idea of temp. (rectal is best...no thank you!)
3.) You do not need to rush to the doctor at the first sign of fever - I think I always knew this...but I wasn't necessarily thinking rationally with the knowledge that my first child has her first fever.
4.) Going to the doctor too early might result in missing the true cause of the fever
5.) Although fevers aren't good, it allows for a bit more cuddle time than usual. :-)
On a lighter note...Layla kept saying "uh-oh" when the doctor was in the room. In fact, the doctor noticed it before I did...I think I was too intent on listening to what she had to tell me. She was very impressed with Layla saying this at 9 months. It looks like we're going to have quite the talker on our hands.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
hips & more
A couple of nights ago I noticed Layla swaying her hips to music instead of just bobbing up and down. Where does she learn this stuf?!?! I'm hoping to get a video of it and post it on facebook...be on the lookout.
That same night she also decided to start pushing things and walking with them! It was her first night crawling around on our hardwood dining room floor. I'm not sure if it was an accident at first, but she did very well! One foot in front of the other like it was the thousandth time she's done it. Later that night she was pushing her learning table across the carpet and walked across the room! She's getting so big!
Two new teeth have popped through, too. That puts the count up to six - four on top and two on bottom. She has a nice gap between her two front teeth...hopefully these two that just poked through will push them together a little. I might add we noticed that they popped through the same day as her swaying & walking. It all seems to come in bursts.
She's changed her crying, too. She frowns and contorts her face in this pitiful little expression and keeps her lips together more, making a new sound.
She also aparently does not like getting in her carseat after school anymore. She cries/screams all the way home. Luckily we don't live too far from there. I like to think that she misses me so much that it's just torture for me to let go and put her in the carseat right away. It's probably more because she's been free and wild all day having fun and doesn't like being restrained. I'm hoping the behavior doesn't spread to every time we put her in the car.
LOL...I was sitting here with Layla as she ate some Cheerios off a lid. When she finished them, she put the lid up to her mouth as if to lick every last crumb! So cute!!! She is now growlin at it...
Did I ever blog that she also gives us fives?? I keep it plural because she doesn't know to only do it once and stop...it turns out to be more like giving us a "fifteen."
That same night she also decided to start pushing things and walking with them! It was her first night crawling around on our hardwood dining room floor. I'm not sure if it was an accident at first, but she did very well! One foot in front of the other like it was the thousandth time she's done it. Later that night she was pushing her learning table across the carpet and walked across the room! She's getting so big!
Two new teeth have popped through, too. That puts the count up to six - four on top and two on bottom. She has a nice gap between her two front teeth...hopefully these two that just poked through will push them together a little. I might add we noticed that they popped through the same day as her swaying & walking. It all seems to come in bursts.
She's changed her crying, too. She frowns and contorts her face in this pitiful little expression and keeps her lips together more, making a new sound.
She also aparently does not like getting in her carseat after school anymore. She cries/screams all the way home. Luckily we don't live too far from there. I like to think that she misses me so much that it's just torture for me to let go and put her in the carseat right away. It's probably more because she's been free and wild all day having fun and doesn't like being restrained. I'm hoping the behavior doesn't spread to every time we put her in the car.
LOL...I was sitting here with Layla as she ate some Cheerios off a lid. When she finished them, she put the lid up to her mouth as if to lick every last crumb! So cute!!! She is now growlin at it...
Did I ever blog that she also gives us fives?? I keep it plural because she doesn't know to only do it once and stop...it turns out to be more like giving us a "fifteen."
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