And a ba, da, la, bla, and gra, all in additional to the original ga that started about two weeks ago. It was so exciting to finally hear a mmmmaaaaaa! I was in the other room when she first did it, and I went running!
It’s so cute the way she rambles on and on sometimes. She talks to her toys, and her books, and her hands. The other night at bedtime, she had a conversation with her stuffed frog before she threw him out of the crib and fell asleep. Right now I know she isn’t really connecting the sounds she is making with the things they may represent. She has let out a few ma’s, but not purposely to get my attention. She’ll connect the dots soon enough I’m sure.
She has been waking up crying the past few nights. Sometimes I can get her back to sleep in a matter of minutes; other times I’m not so lucky. I read that separation anxiety really sets in around this age and can disrupt her sleeping through the night. Now, when she wakes in the middle of the night, she is fully aware that I exist somewhere outside her crib and she wants me, thus the crying. I suppose it’s logical and could very well be the reason, but I can’t help wondering if her still swollen gums have anything to do with it.
Her newest trick is giving a high five. I really didn’t try to teach her that, I just happened to do it once while she had her pattie up and she didn’t forget. As soon as she hears “high five” and sees your hand go up, she puts her little pattie up and even moves it toward you. Smarty pants. She also really loves to be chased now, and she goes like hell when you tell her you’re going to get her. Every few feet she stops and turns around to see how close you are, then it’s full speed ahead again for the next few feet. Of course, she still flashes her adorable smile all the time. She is such a happy baby!
In other news, my nephew is a very sick little boy. He’s been dealing with colds and ear infections almost continually the past few years. Finally, a specialist determined the root of the problem is his tonsils. They need to be removed, along with the adenoids, and hopefully he will no longer be sick every couple of weeks.
The surgery is scheduled for this coming Monday. He has really been suffering the past two weeks, and the surgery is still days away. My heart just aches for him. He can’t eat. I imagine it also burns his throat to drink since he isn’t too keen on that either. He can’t sleep for long stretches because he wakes up crying from the pain. He suddenly burns up with fever and sweats like crazy. Continuous doses of antibiotics, Tylenol, and Motrin don’t appear to be helping one bit. Even a visit to the emergency room yielded no relief for him. All the doctors simply agree that it’s all his tonsils, and they can’t do anything for him except the surgery.
So…why not move up the surgery then? Morons. I just can’t believe these doctors are all content with letting a three year old suffer like this for weeks on end. His tonsils are covered in puss. He is crying more often than not. He is starving. He is exhausted. He is probably not far from dehydration at this point. He’s lucky if he has the strength to play for ten minutes before he ends up back on the couch, crying and holding his throat.
I am somewhat glad I am over two hours away. The whole scenario makes me so damn mad. If I were there, I don’t know if I could handle seeing him. I think I would be on the phone with someone… anyone… demanding the surgery be done immediately. It’s just not humane to let him suffer and it’s already gone on too long.
I wish I could take his pain away, even if just for a while. Long enough for him to fill his belly with all the food he wants, drink to quench his thirst and rehydrate himself, play with his toys uninterrupted by pain, and get some solid sleep.
Get better soon, little man. We love you.
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