Jim returned from India last Friday afternoon with the anticipated aversion to curry and bouts of gastric upset. Fiona and I greeted him at the airport where I was eager to show off a happier baby, all fresh in a cheery sun dress. I think she surprised us for about a half day before she refocused and went for a personal best screaming record. The long weekend was followed by a long week. It's taken me until Thursday at 11pm to gather my thoughts enough to catch up with the blog. During this time I followed advice from my mommy group to strictly cut out dairy products
(including chocolate :( ), caffeine, nuts, and particularly gassy vegetables that may be upsetting her tummy via breast milk. Like most advice I've received for colic my dietary changes haven't seemed to work. And without chocolate & coffee, I'm now grumpy too.
It seems like the days fly by- especially since I feel like I accomplish so little in the house- yet at the same time each hour is a lengthy, mind draining puzzle--will the swing work? Maybe if I change her diaper and put her in the swing? Maybe if I do all of the above then attach her black & white crinkle dog to the swing? If that doesn't work, perhaps putting her in the Bjorn carrier and vacuuming the house? With music playing? Then back in the swing?
I'm passing on the latest stroke of brilliance from some lady at Raley's to have Fiona see a chiropractor...I'll go out on a limb here to guess a back adjustment from some quasi professional won't cure our baby.
That all said, I'll give little Fi kudos for making some major strides. While she's been really fussy at times at other moments she's shown greater ability to occupy herself in the swing or laying in her crib with the mobile. I think I can honestly say Wednesday went fairly smooth. This afternoon while my mom was watching she even tackled a new physical challenge- holding her head up, while on her tummy, with forearms supporting her. She's wobbly, easily frustrated, and she tenses every little muscle in her body, but her head lifts at least 45 degrees and she can turn it side to side. (Don't worry we recreated the scene and videoed it later.) She's also making progress shimmying herself along on her back or belly. So no more leaving her for a sec on the couch or bed; As daddy concluded, "I guess she's no longer a sack of potatoes. "
It seems like the days fly by- especially since I feel like I accomplish so little in the house- yet at the same time each hour is a lengthy, mind draining puzzle--will the swing work? Maybe if I change her diaper and put her in the swing? Maybe if I do all of the above then attach her black & white crinkle dog to the swing? If that doesn't work, perhaps putting her in the Bjorn carrier and vacuuming the house? With music playing? Then back in the swing?
I'm passing on the latest stroke of brilliance from some lady at Raley's to have Fiona see a chiropractor...I'll go out on a limb here to guess a back adjustment from some quasi professional won't cure our baby.
That all said, I'll give little Fi kudos for making some major strides. While she's been really fussy at times at other moments she's shown greater ability to occupy herself in the swing or laying in her crib with the mobile. I think I can honestly say Wednesday went fairly smooth. This afternoon while my mom was watching she even tackled a new physical challenge- holding her head up, while on her tummy, with forearms supporting her. She's wobbly, easily frustrated, and she tenses every little muscle in her body, but her head lifts at least 45 degrees and she can turn it side to side. (Don't worry we recreated the scene and videoed it later.) She's also making progress shimmying herself along on her back or belly. So no more leaving her for a sec on the couch or bed; As daddy concluded, "I guess she's no longer a sack of potatoes. "
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