Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Yummy Yummy Yummy

I am listening to E sing "Yummy Yummy Yummy I got love in my tummy" with papa while she eats her yogurt. She still has a limited amount of food she's eating, but boy is she eating a lot of what she likes. When her bowl runs out and we get up to get more she gets mad. Even funnier, her high chair has its back to the kitchen and she strains to look over her shoulder to see what we are doing and if we are getting more food. She has a look on her face that says "This wait staff is terrible. I want to see a manager!!! I demand faster service!!" It cracks us up.

Her doctor is arranging for us to see a feeding specialist that also provides occupational therapy. I hope that will help with her eating solid food. She is using a soft baby spoon now. Much better than feeding with our fingers! She wanted pizza today so I let her lick it and fed her tiny tiny tiny bits. Last night she tried a tiny piece of falafel but alas it made her gag and throw up which freaked her out so she cried. Poor thing.

I can't even describe how great she is doing. She isn't talking much but she's awesome at identifying all kinds of things and pointing them out. She also learned about we can finally have someone else clean up our trash. She loves taking things to the garbage. This is good because we are going through a lot of paper towels and wipes these days (of course I don't give her the pee pee poo poo wipes, what kind of parent do you think I am!)

Night before last she woke up in the wee hours and I tried to make her go back to bed while she was screaming. It was a few hours of sweat and tears. Last night when she woke up I tried a different technique. I let her sit up and play with a toy. I kept asking her if she wanted to rock in the chair with mama. She kept saying no. Then I sat in the rocker and asked and she said no. Finally she climbed up in my lap. Then she started singing so I sang her to sleep. She finally fell asleep on my head on the floor. I didn't care if I could breathe or not I was just happy she was happy. Don't get me wrong. This probably took an hour and a half, but we were talking and kissing and laughing and I was blowing on her belly so it was better than crying. Yeah, mama isn't sleeping much.

Giving bath number two a try tonight. Looking for my ear plugs to block the screams.

sweet dreams everyone.



  1. isn't it amazing how fast they grow and change when they first come home? It's like living with a little alien that develops at 10 times the human rate.

  2. Awesome progress! How was she eating before (mostly finger foods? with a spoon? fork?). I think the occupational therapist will be helpful but I bet that soon enough she will slowly build (or rebuild) those skills with your help!

    As far as the sleeping thing, you know I totally feel you. I'm a firm believer that if you let her play all that energy out instead of crying and fighting her for hours and hours which would only make you cry, too, and feel terrible -- trust me, everyone is better off. In the moment it can get exhausting and you can feel more and more frustrated, but that's when I take a breath and realize exactly what's going on - moments (or hours) spent with the daughter I had hoped for and dreamed about for years and years sitting here and wanting my attention and love and companionship. Anyway, I think its better to spend your time loving on her than fighting for sleep. Which is why I don't get much sleep, but I do get to play a lot!

    Love to you three!