Hey to all my new visitors coming from The Bloggies website. This post is about my baby Evelyn, who is ever so slightly complicated. If you’re interested in her issues, you can find more back story in my About page. Also, have a look around and vote for me if you like what you see.
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There. Now that that’s over and done with, I can get back to the Very Serious Task of telling all of you, my regular readers, how Evelyn is doing. I’ve been a bit overwhelmed by The Bloggies, and apparently when I’m overwhelmed I hide elsewhere and do other things. Silly, I know.
ANYWAY.
Evelyn has had a cold and the trickle down effect has been interesting. Not only has she been very sad and insisted on wiping snot in my mouth at least twice a day, but she’s also forgotten a lot of her previously learned skills.
Being sick, and the slight sleep deprivation it’s caused, has made her seizures increase again and thus in turn, her hand control has gotten terrible. She’s forgotten entirely how to roll over and holding onto most toys is now beyond her.
It’s hard to watch, as her mother. I know that logically she will relearn how to roll over (again – it will be the third time so far) and that her babbling will start again and that one day soon I won’t have to fend off snot covered flailing hands, but it’s still hard. Her head control is a bit crap, to be honest and she wobbles like a bobble head sometimes, which has been made worse by her generally clogged state.
It’s made her very sad, which in turn means I’m either breastfeeding her, pacing the floor with her, or rocking/patting her to sleep.
And oh, the breastfeeding. I’m a little annoying that our next Paed appointment isn’t until May (MAY!) because we need to discuss this child’s feeding issues. Namely the fact that anything that isn’t tiny tastes of nectarine upsets her stomach. Also the fact that at seven and a half months she still has quite a strong tongue thrust. It’s bothersome, to be honest. She wants food (oh, the anger of this baby when I don’t share my food with her) but her body can’t quite keep up with her mental development and thus, no food for her.
Thank God for breastfeeding – even if her increased need for calories means that I have porn star breasts, akin to those days shortly after she was born. It could be fun, if they weren’t so leaky.
In any case, I know the cold will pass eventually, even if it’s taking her a lot longer than the older two children to fight it off. When it does, we’ll work on re-teaching her how to roll over and how to use her hands again.
In the meantime, does anyone have a spare tissue? My shoulder is all soggy.
