Blatant bragging ahead. You've been warned!
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It's been a while since I did a "what Delaney's up to" post so I figured it's time. And, as you can see, I've decided to give these posts a name and category for my own future reference. I hope it's cheesy enough.
Delaney can say over 40 words now (We know this because Roger and I spent the weekend counting them...and yes, we're total nerds for doing so.). Although most of the words she speaks are one-syllable, she's starting to string two or more words together. To whit:
Mama, poo poo!
When she first said this, I was surprised, especially when I found the statement to be true. I had no idea that a kid her age could tell you when they'd gone to the bathroom, but a friend of mine said that this is around the age when that starts happening. However, she said it's probably a little soon to begin the potty training in earnest.
As in, "Read this book to me." This statement comes complete with hand gestures in which she places the book firmly into my hands so I'll know without a doubt what she's talking about.
Usually, it's just, "More!" but occasionally she remembers to tack on the polite modifier.
She shocked me the first time she used this phrase at the appropriate time a few weeks ago. It's terribly cute.
Ah, yes. They learn this one very quickly, don't they? And, I've heard, it's a phrase that they never lose.
In other big news, Delaney's much closer to walking. She constantly wants to hold our hands and walk and she's been using the little push car we got her for her birthday to get around the house. When she holds our hands and walks, she shouts, "Walka, walka, walka," getting louder with each step. The other day she tried to take a few steps on her own and I got so excited after the first one that I squealed like a pig, which freaked her out so much that she dropped to her knees. Nice one, mom. So, we're preparing for our toddler to actually toddle sometime in the near future. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at the same time.
We're still having issues with Delaney pinching and scratching . It's been going on for a few months now. She does it for a few reasons: sometimes, but not always, she does it when we tell her no; when she wants to get our attention; at the gym daycare when she wants a toy that another kid is playing with. At home, we tell her, "No!" firmly and then try to distract her from her behavior. They do the same thing with her at the gym, but I'm concerned because I don't want her hurting other children. One of the caregivers there (Delaney's favorite) is very understanding about and reassures me that this is just a phase and that Delaney doesn't understand fully the impact of her actions on others. Another of the caregivers is quick to point out each time it happens and wants to know what I'm doing to change the behavior. Other than tell her no each and every time she does it, I'm not sure what to do. I can't see disciplining a 13-month-old.
This morning, after she nursed, she pinched Roger on the face. We decided that every time she does it we're going to put her back in her crib for one minute. We had to do it twice this morning and Delaney was not pleased. I have no idea yet if that's going to work. Maybe this is a good question for Ask Moxie (Yes, I'm slightly obsessed with that blog and read it religiously.). The latest addition to her unwelcome pinching/scratching behavior is that after she pinches or scratches and we tell her no, she looks at us, raises her hand to wave, smiles and says, "Hi!" as quick and cute as she can. I think she expects us to laugh or swoon in the presence of her precociousness so we'll forget that she's done something wrong. She's smart, this one. It scares me. To my core.
Which leads me to my last topic, another that frightens the beejeezus out of me: her sleep schedule. As I mentioned the other day, Delaney's back on track and sleeping well again. But, since the big disruption, there's been a change. She went from sleeping 12 hours each night to 11. Not a terrible thing. But, to avoid getting up at the a**crack of dawn, we have to put her to bed later. That eats into my ME time each night. Used to be that we'd put her down around 6:30 or 7:00 and she'd get up 12 hours later. It was nice, dependable. It gave me about four hours to myself and to spend with Roger each night. Now we've shifted that bedtime so she goes down around 7:30 or 8:00, leaving me less time to work, less time to relax and less time for hanky panky with my hunky husband. Not cool, but I really shouldn't complain. At least she's sleeping through the night again!
May 22, 2006 at 12:22 PM in Vitamin D: a (mostly) regular dose of Delaney news | Permalink | Comments (3) | TrackBack (0)
I'm Irish. I used to drink with the best of 'em. Tonight, one margarita's got me reeling. I'm slightly drunk. Roger surprised me by suggesting that the three of us go out to dinner. We've taken Delaney out to lunch before, but I don't think we've taken her to dinner very many times. So, this was special. To be out in public...at night! I love a good Friday night out, the excitement of the weekend peering over your shoulder, whispering promises of everything good that's to come.
I chose our old haunt. The place where the
fight discussion began before the decision. The place where Roger proposed to me. The place where we'd spent so many Friday nights before, just the two of us, dreaming about our future which became our present. The place I'd wanted to take our daughter since she was born. It's a Mexican restaurant. Tex-mex, to be fair. And their margaritas kick ass. Used to be the most I could handle was two and if I had three well, you'd better watch out.
Tonight on the patio, in that 95 degree heat (that actually felt quite nice in the shade of a huge, old oak tree), I sipped one of those potent potables and felt that calm, sinking loveliness that descends as the alcohol hits your bloodstream. Delaney's cheeks were bright red from the heat, her reddish blonde hair damp against her forehead. She charmed those at nearby tables by waving hello, saying hi and showing them her tortilla. The food was delicious. The evening, perfect. Save for one thing: it was over too quickly. The waiter was punctual, the kitchen too quick with our order. Within an hour of arriving, we were leaving and yet, I wasn't ready for it to end. I always feel that way now when we're out on the town. Those times, those amazing moments, are so far and few between that I want them to last. I want to savor their every last second. But, that's what makes them all the more memorable I guess.
We've been busy trying to get back into the swing of our routine around the DD household. I don't know if it was the disruption in her schedule last week or the fact that she's getting molars or if perhaps she's experiencing a growth spurt of some sort, but Miss Delaney is having a hard time of it (more like Roger and I are as it doesn't seem to bother Miss D much at all). I'm speaking about sleep, of course. We've finally gotten our comeuppance and it's spanking us pretty hard.
We've been the parents of that elusive baby, one you may have heard about, one some say exists only in the fantasies of sleep-deprived parents: The Baby Who Sleeps Through the Night from a Very Early Age. Truth be told, she probably would have slept through the night earlier than that, but I kept waking her up to feed her (first-time mom jitters). At her two-week visit when she was back up to her birthweight, her ped told me that I didn't need to wake her for night feedings. But, mommy knows best, right? At least waking her to nurse for a few more weeks didn't seem to screw up her ability to sleep through the night, something we've been dearly blessed with up until about two weeks ago.
What started as an occasional cough that would wake her up and start her crying has morphed into something different, something truly frightening. She wakes up crying several times each night apparently for no reason. Roger's usually the one to soothe her back to sleep, but occasionally I take a turn. I try not to do that very often because if it's me, she demands to nurse and I don't want her to get into the habit of nursing in the middle of the night.
This sudden change in her sleeping pattern is scary. We feel that we need to soothe her and get her back to sleep quickly so we can all get some rest, but I fear that by doing this, we're teaching her a new and detrimental trick: I cry, they come. But what's the alternative? CIO? We tried that a bit during the few times we've had nap issues. But, we've never needed to try it at night. I can't imagine laying there in bed while she sobs herself silly. At the same time, I think she's old enough and smart enough to know how to play us. Do we play back by not rushing in there every time she cries? Beats me. This is a new game and Roger and I don't know the rules. For the first time since she was five weeks old, we're both sleep-deprived and cranky.
I've been toying with writing a letter to Ask Moxie about this (from what I've read on her site, 18 months seems to be a normal age for sleep regression, but I see nothing about 13-14 months), but wanted to seek your opinion first.
Have you experienced this or something similar? How would/did you handle this sudden night waking?
May 16, 2006 at 04:12 PM in Vitamin D: a (mostly) regular dose of Delaney news | Permalink | Comments (8) | TrackBack (0)
Back in April, I bragged about a mini-vacation that we'd planned to take in May. Roger's mom came to town earlier this week and she and Delaney and I went to stay at a local resort where Roger was speaking as part of our company's annual conference. At the close of that post in April, I said, "We may not be going far, but it'll still feel like a vacation to me."
Ha, ha, ha. How naiive and misguided that assumption was. It's true that we didn't go very far but other than ordering room service nothing about the last 24 hours felt like a vacation to me. Delaney and I cut our "trip" short and came back home last night, a day early.
This brief excursion was the first time she and I had spent the night away from home since she was born. So, it was kind of a big step for us, but I never thought of it that way throughout the planning process. She's such an easygoing, agreeable baby and she continually goes with the flow without comment or complaint that it never occurred to me that disrupting her schedule on such a grand scale would actually phase her. Uh. It did.
My parents came out to the resort last night so they could babysit Delaney while the three of us (Roger, me, his mom) attended the conference's infamous welcome reception. They watched her in Roger's room (we had separate rooms so that Roger could work late into the night, getting ready for his various speaking sessions over the three-day conference) and the plan was for them to put her to bed in the pack 'n' play and Roger would help me transfer her to a crib in my room when we got back from the party.
The reception, complete with open bar, was awesome. I thoroughly enjoyed seeing the familiar faces of customers I've worked with over the last ten years and catching up with them while enjoying a couple of adult beverages. I even wore a sparkly new top and glittery shoes. A few people remarked on my weight loss. Another told me I looked great, as if I'd left my "mom persona" behind for the night. It felt so good to be out enjoying myself and not worrying about Delaney's needs for just a few hours. When we got back to the room, my mom told me that they were able to put Delaney down for bed without any trouble. It was easy, almost too easy, she said before she and my dad left. She was right.
While Delaney slept peacefully in the bedroom portion of Roger's suite we ordered room service and stayed up in the living room talking until about 11:30. Then, it began. I heard Delaney crying. But, it wasn't just any little cry. This was the cry of a confused, scared, desperate baby. She woke up and didn't recognize where she was and no one was there with her. Roger picked her up and tried to comfort her, but she was crying too hard, reaching for me and starting to hyperventilate. I was able to calm her down and soon we walked her back to my room. We got there at midnight and Roger put her in the crib where she seemed to settle down. But, as he and I were saying goodnight, she started crying again. Roger had to leave to finish some work for the morning. I told him to go that I'd get her back down and everything would be fine. What a joke.
She wouldn't settle down or stop crying or coughing for anything. We may have gotten a grand total of one hour of sleep that night. It was miserable. As bad as our previous rough night had been, this was so much worse because this time Roger wasn't with me to take turns with her. It was all on me and I was unbelieveably exhausted (she'd been up coughing a few times the last few nights so I wasn't getting as much sleep as I was used to).
We were supposed to stay one more night, but after careful consideration, I made the call to take her home last night. Roger and his mom stayed at hotel and Delaney and I returned home where she slept for 12 blissful hours. I think she just missed home and her bed and we'd taken her out of her comfort zone. But, as nice as it was to get her back to her routine for that night, getting her back to her regular schedule hasn't been that simple. She got off of her napping schedule too so now we're back to a little CIO to get her back on track. And? It sucks. I hate it and now I find it hard to believe that I'll ever get to or want to go on a "vacation" again.
Did you know that if you stop eating cake every night and start eating about five small meals a day, you can actually lose weight? Seems like common sense, right? But it took me putting it into practice for a week for that to sink in. I've lost FIVE pounds! Just by eating sensibly and reasonably.
I killed myself working out like a fiend for six months only to lose eight pounds. Not bad, but I'd expected to lose about 40 in that time frame. I couldn't figure out why I wasn't buff, why I hadn't dropped 6 dress sizes (I've only dropped one). Turns out that exercise accounts for only 20% of the equation. Healthy eating is the other 80%. 80%!!! Who knew?
I finally broke down and saw a nutritionist last week because after all of my hard work, after sweating about 20 gallons, and with little to show for it (other than I'm a bit stronger, which is nice), I am ready. I'm mentally and physically ready to start eating healthier and to start learning how I can teach my daughter to eat healthy. I don't want her to grow up eating Cheetos instead of vegetables or fruits. I don't want her to be picky about what she eats. This little plan of mine to expand her culinary horizons, to steer her towards a healthy lifestyle, can only work if I set a good example. I've got to get a handle on this healthy eating myself. It's not easy to break 35 years of bad habits, but I'm doing it one step, one meal, at a time. And so far, it's paying off.
Yesterday we got the results of Delaney's RAST (RadioAllergoSorbent Test). With all of the sicknesses we've been fighting here lately, I failed to mention that Delaney had the test done about two weeks ago after I took her to see an allergist.
Turns out she's mildly allergic to three of the 18 things for which she was tested: egg whites, beef and dogs. There are a few bewildering things about these results, the first of which was that Delaney is not allergic to dairy. Whaaaaaaa? When she eats dairy items, she breaks out in hives around her mouth. The nurse practitioner who delivered the results told me to go ahead and try dairy with her again when we got home to see what the reaction would be. Theoretically, there shouldn't have been any, but guess what? I gave her some yobaby yogurt and within 10 minutes, up popped about 5 or 6 angry-looking hives on her chin. What does that mean? I have NO idea. Maybe I need to try a different yogurt since I gave her the same brand both times (although one was regular whole milk and the other was for babies). Maybe Stonyfield Farm adds something to their yogurt that Delaney is allergic to. But, if that's the case, why has she also reacted to cheese and margarine in the past? What's the common theme between these items? Dairy!
Another perplexing thing is the reported dog allergy. It never surfaces unless our dogs lick her, in which case she gets a hive wherever the dog's tongue touches her. After emailing with Sierra, whose son suffers from a dairy allergy, I was pretty certain that it wasn't the dogs specifically that Delaney was reacting to, but the dairy in their dogfood that was making its way onto her skin via their tongues (hmmm...I'm likely to get some good Google hits from that one). But, if she's not allergic to dairy, that can't be the case. The test said she was allergic to dog dander, but that doesn't seem to bother her. Only the licks do!
Lastly, Delaney was not found to have any allergies to latex. Well then, how do you explain the fact that after she was touched by a latex glove, her arm broke out in hives in the exact spot where the glove had been? We've got no good answers on that one either.
The allergist's orders are to begin introducing new foods to Delaney; those of which she was not found to be allergic such as soy, egg yolk, pork, etc. We're to keep a food and symptoms diary for a few weeks and then go back for another visit to discuss how things are going.
In the meantime, I'm curious for Delaney to try a new brand of yogurt and even some whole milk to see if the hives reappear. Until then, it's all a mystery to me. I thought that RAST was more definitive and reliable than skin testing, but maybe false negatives can occur.
As it turns out, I came out of the appointment with more questions than I had when we went in. My reason for seeing an allergist was to find out if there were any other foods, in addition to dairy, that we needed to be careful of. I'm glad to know about the egg whites and beef, but if the dairy results were wrong (and, I'm not 100% sure that they were), how can I trust that Delaney isn't allergic to the others foods? I guess we're back to trial and error. We'll have to experiment and find out along the way what works for her and what doesn't. It's kind of scary, but there's really no other way.
Updated to add: Milk is a no-go. Delaney took three sips of it tonight and within 15 minutes she had two of the largest hives on her chin that we've seen so far. They were also redder and lasted much longer than any hives previously caused by yogurt and other products containing milk. She's not allergic to dairy? Yeah, right.
We're exhausted--all three of us.
Although it's only been two weeks since Delaney's last battle against a nasty bug, she's fighting yet another one (Thank you, gym daycare!). She started coughing this weekend and, ever the optimist, I figured it was due to her cutting a top molar. Cutting teeth on top tends to give her a runny nose and sometimes a little cough develops from that post-nasal drip. But last night her cough got much worse and we experienced the first truly difficult night we've had since she was born.
Delaney's always been a super easy baby. She started sleeping through the night at a very early age, she goes down easily for naps and we've never had a night where all three of us hardly got any sleep, until last night.
Delaney would cough, which hurt her raw, little throat. That would start her crying and, in some instances, sobbing. By the time Roger or I could get her to calm down enough to relax and fall back asleep, the coughing would start up and the whole vicious cycle began again. We took shifts with her, but I don't think either of us slept for more than 10 or 15 minutes at a stretch. We live in a tiny house so even when one of us was "off duty" we could still hear our poor little babe suffering in the next room.
I decided not to take her to the ped. She's not running a fever and other than the cough that's hurting her throat, she doesn't seem to be feeling too badly. I know that if I took her today, I'd spend our $25 co-pay to hear what I already know. She's got "a virus." Just like the last three (four?) times I've taken her in.
"Not much you can do for a virus except make them more comfortable," I can hear her doctor drawling in his good ol' boy Texas twang.
In that vein, I've stocked up on cough syrup and we're trying Infant Motrin tonight instead of Tylenol. The last time Delaney had "a virus" many people told me that they had better luck with Motrin so I've got my fingers crossed.
Updated on 5/2 to add: Although Delaney coughed a little during the night it never woke her up and she slept from 7:00 p.m. until 7:30 a.m.! Thank God for Robitussin, Infant Motrin (I'm a diehard fan now.) and the little wedge we used to tilt her crib up on one end. All of those things, along with the grace of God, saw us through a lovely, restful night.
May 01, 2006 at 07:45 PM in Vitamin D: a (mostly) regular dose of Delaney news | Permalink | Comments (4) | TrackBack (0)