Frustration
I woke up too early and am terribly cross because of it. Back in the day seven hours of sleep was ample but these days it seems I need about nine in order to function well. So I went to the kitchen to get cereal and realized I couldn't stand the mess (per usual in the morning). For some reason, when I do dishes in the morning, I tend to get really ticked off at my husband for stupid things (like finding that he put something in the dishwasher that really doesn't belong). Meh.
Lyra bit through her lip yesterday due to pitching forward and hitting her mouth on the sink while I was holding her. So I not only had to deal with the agony of hearing her scream in pain and seeing blood gushing from her mouth, but also the guilt of feeling that I could have prevented it if I only held her more securely. I know these things happen to all children but it's still a really awful thing to go through. She calmed down more quickly than I expected (that infant Tylenol certainly takes effect rapidly). We went to the emergency room even though there isn't much one can do for mouth wounds. I was relieved when the doctor deemed her fine. I guess the hardest thing now will be keeping her from chewing on hard objects until her mouth and gums heal.
Otherwise, Lyra is doing quite well. She crawls so fast that it takes me by surprise sometimes. I've seen her stand without holding on to anything, but she doesn't seem confident in her ability to do so. Once she realizes she's doing it, she squats down slowly until she feels safe again. (BTW, Livejournal's built in spell check doesn't like contractions at all.) Lyra cruises around the furniture with ease and loves to walk when we're holding her hands. She's also finally producing some sign language (milk, more, eat, potty, hungry, and maybe book). The shows Signing Time and Baby Signing Time are excellent tools and I recommend them to anyone considering signing with a baby. I think they've helped with her vocalizations as well. She actually says more now, along with mama and dada and ball and shoes. Personally, I think that I've heard her say other things as well but it's hard not to chalk it up to maternal pride. :D
Sigh. There she is, calling out for me. Sometimes it seems like the lyric from Cinderella: every time she'd find a minute that's the time that they begin it. Still, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Lyra bit through her lip yesterday due to pitching forward and hitting her mouth on the sink while I was holding her. So I not only had to deal with the agony of hearing her scream in pain and seeing blood gushing from her mouth, but also the guilt of feeling that I could have prevented it if I only held her more securely. I know these things happen to all children but it's still a really awful thing to go through. She calmed down more quickly than I expected (that infant Tylenol certainly takes effect rapidly). We went to the emergency room even though there isn't much one can do for mouth wounds. I was relieved when the doctor deemed her fine. I guess the hardest thing now will be keeping her from chewing on hard objects until her mouth and gums heal.
Otherwise, Lyra is doing quite well. She crawls so fast that it takes me by surprise sometimes. I've seen her stand without holding on to anything, but she doesn't seem confident in her ability to do so. Once she realizes she's doing it, she squats down slowly until she feels safe again. (BTW, Livejournal's built in spell check doesn't like contractions at all.) Lyra cruises around the furniture with ease and loves to walk when we're holding her hands. She's also finally producing some sign language (milk, more, eat, potty, hungry, and maybe book). The shows Signing Time and Baby Signing Time are excellent tools and I recommend them to anyone considering signing with a baby. I think they've helped with her vocalizations as well. She actually says more now, along with mama and dada and ball and shoes. Personally, I think that I've heard her say other things as well but it's hard not to chalk it up to maternal pride. :D
Sigh. There she is, calling out for me. Sometimes it seems like the lyric from Cinderella: every time she'd find a minute that's the time that they begin it. Still, I wouldn't have it any other way.