The past few weeks have been very frustrating for Baby B (and me)--he's learning to crawl but is being incredibly impatient about it, which means lots of rolling over onto his back and crying in despair or yelling as he is propelling himself backwards while reaching forwards. Yesterday, Todd and I agreed we actually saw his "first" coordinated crawl in the traditional hands and knees position. He is still developing the skill--the arm movements are correct but the knees aren't necessarily cooperating. But he can propel himself across the room in a combination of the army crawl, lunging and traditional crawling when properly motivated. And motivation comes in the form of sleeping dogs, remote controls, cell phones, raw hides, dog toys (the grungier, the better), beer bottles...basically, everything but baby toys.
I've been longing for the day when he can crawl, so, why am I frustrated? Because my formerly "okay eater and generally good nurser" is all but refusing his milk from the bottle and from the tap. Why not try a cup, you say? I have--but Boden is not an accomplished drinker from the cup (yet) and the majority ends up on his tray, down his chin, in his lap...it's like a 4:1 ratio--4 ounces on external surfaces for every one ounce in his mouth and down his throat. Other than it being incredibly uncomfortable for me when he decides not to eat most of the day, it's maddening. I 've explained to him he's only 8 months old (almost) and he needs at least 4 more months of his mother's elixir so suck it up (literally), but he turns his head, cranes his neck, clamps his lips together, and shouts out (no, mama!). I think another call to the lactation consultant is in our near future.
I've been longing for the day when he can crawl, so, why am I frustrated? Because my formerly "okay eater and generally good nurser" is all but refusing his milk from the bottle and from the tap. Why not try a cup, you say? I have--but Boden is not an accomplished drinker from the cup (yet) and the majority ends up on his tray, down his chin, in his lap...it's like a 4:1 ratio--4 ounces on external surfaces for every one ounce in his mouth and down his throat. Other than it being incredibly uncomfortable for me when he decides not to eat most of the day, it's maddening. I 've explained to him he's only 8 months old (almost) and he needs at least 4 more months of his mother's elixir so suck it up (literally), but he turns his head, cranes his neck, clamps his lips together, and shouts out (no, mama!). I think another call to the lactation consultant is in our near future.
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