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November 30, 2005
There's way less barf, but it smells soo much worse
Katie's personality has taken a turn for the better. Sort of.
When we brought her home from the hospital, she was so easy. She slept lots, cried little, ate fine, if less vigorously than her older sister did. This lasted longer than it did with her sister, maybe close to a month. Then the reflux started, the barfing, the crying, the general unhappiness.
The last month or so has seen a marked improvement in the barfing and the unhappiness. It's also seen a lot of motor activity progression. Katie wants to move, but she's not quite capable. She wants to pull up on everything, but most things don't have handholds at the right level, so sometimes she gets stuck on her knees or with her legs twisted. That pisses her off. When she's sitting, she wants to move, so she rolls forward onto her tummy, but she hasn't mastered crawling just yet, so she's just stuck on her stomach. That makes her mad. When she's standing, she wants to be climbing or moving, but there isn't always anything to climb or handholds to move. That makes her angry. Any time I'm within range, she grabs my hair or my shirt, my bra or my pants, occasionally just a handful of skin, and one time my jugular. That ticks me off, particularly when it's painful.
She's a much happier kid, when she isn't peeved by her limitations. There's more yelling, but less crying. More screeching, but usually with comprehensible reasons. And sometimes, she's just downright happy. At the very least, you can make her smile by helping her stand, and sit, and stand, and sit.
Posted by me at November 30, 2005 8:32 PM