Curious J is sound asleep in her crib at the moment, and JJ and I are breathing a sigh of relief. She had two exciting incidents today, both involving bodily harm, so we’re glad that she made it through the day in one piece.
First exciting incident happened during church today. It was my week to be on the organ bench, and as usual, JJ was up front waving his arms around wildly and trying to preach something similar to the manuscript in front of him. (j/k 🙂 ) Anyway, on these kinds of mornings where each of us are occupied, I do my best to have the baby go down for her nap around 10am, which is half an hour before church starts. Then I give a housekey and our long-range baby monitor to someone at church, someone who is willing to go up to the house and get the baby up when the lights on the monitor start flashing. This system worked very well with Lyd, and it works well with Curious J, too. This morning, I had a teenage girl, who knows and loves both my girls, on monitor duty. She and Lyd went up to the house around 11:15 to get the baby. Not too long after that, I observe from my perch on the organ bench that Lyd has come back into church alone, and she takes the teenage girl’s younger sister out of church with her. Okaaaay. Not 2 minutes after that the younger sister returns, and taps her father on the shoulder, and HE heads out of church. What in the world is going on? A few minutes later, the father returns, but neither the teenage girl nor my two daughters are anywhere to be seen.
After the service, as I play a peppy Bach Prelude (in G Major, if you’re interested) to bouce everyone out of church, the teenage girl sits down near me on the piano bench near the organ, folds her hands in her lap, and has an obvious look of waiting to talk to me. I finish playing, and I ask, “What’s up?”
With tears in her eyes, she tells me that while she was trying to change Curious J’s diaper after her nap, the baby somehow rolled/vaulted herself off the changing table and fell smack down on the hardwood floor. The babysitter hadn’t even been turned away, but she just wasn’t expecting the baby to wiggle so fast or so strongly so she didn’t catch her in time. The father had been summoned up to the house to help make sure that the baby was okay. Thankfully, Curious J was moving her arms and legs around just fine, and it seems she landed on her butt rather than her head or neck (thank you, God!), so it seems that she’ll be okay.
This poor teenage babysitter, however, just couldn’t stop crying over how awful she felt about “breaking the baby!” I gave her lots of hugs, and told her that J is just that kind of crazy baby. I told her not to worry about it, that it happens to all moms (and the mothers around us listening to this story all nodded their heads and added their own versions of the story from their own children’s lives), and that she didn’t do anything wrong. And when I held my baby later, I could tell that she was just fine.
But just the same, I’m going to ask my new chiropractor to check out my baby when I go for my next visit on Tuesday. It can’t hurt.
Curious J’s other exciting incident happened this evening. Lyd and I were working outside planting flowers when all of a sudden I hear JJ urgently calling me from our upstairs bedroom window, “Emily, come up here right now!” I could tell from his tone of voice that something was wrong, so I headed upstairs immediately, dirt-covered hands and all. I found JJ and Curious J in the bathroom, where the baby was bleeding from her mouth, but not crying. JJ told me that the baby had been at the headboard of our bed looking out of the window, bouncing up and down, something we will often let her do when one of us is there. However, this time she fell and smacked her mouth on the headboard. JJ hadn’t realized initially that she had hurt her mouth; he discovered she was bleeding a minute or so later, and that’s when he called me.
I quickly washed my hands, and with JJ’s help, I tried to look in her mouth to see what was actually cut. I checked her four top teeth, and none of them were loose. I made up a cold washcloth to try to wipe out some of the blood, but I still couldn’t actually see the injury. The baby wasn’t crying anymore, however, so I figured that was a good sign.
I decided to call our pediatrician’s office; after hours they are connected to a nurse hotline that can answer questions. I called that, and (after spelling my name, the baby’s name, our address, our phone number, the baby’s date of birth — for two different people!!) I explained the situation to the nurse. During the course of our conversation, I was able to look in the baby’s mouth again, which by now had stopped bleeding, and this time I was able to find a small tear/hole on the inside of her upper lip near the top. The nurse gave us a few instructions (tylenol, cold washrag, watch for swelling and/or bleeding), and said the baby should be fine.
And, the baby seems to be fine. I never even gave her the tylenol. We’ll see how well she sleeps tonight after all the excitement today! Last night she woke up twice to eat, but the 3 nights before that she managed to only eat once. Hopefully it’s a sign of good things to come!
Curious J’s other new “trick” is diving in the bathtub. WHAT?? you ask. Yes. It’s quite entertaining for her and Lyd, but not quite so much for me, although I can’t help smiling when I see the uproarious fun my daughters are having, and how the baby is making her big sister laugh, rather than the other way around.
Here’s how J’s Bathtub Diving routine works: While sitting on the shallow side of the tub, J sits up, then quickly turns her body so that she splashes onto her tummy. Her face, while not planted submersed in the water, gets a huge splash on it, and J holds herself up on her hands, splashing and kicking. J then works herself back up into a sitting position, usually getting in a few more slippery dives in the process, and once she’s fully seated upright, she repeats the whole process again, diving back onto her belly. It is hugely splashy, very active, and J LOVES it. Me? Not so much. It was quite frustrating last night when that’s ALL she wanted to do in the bathtub. It made washing her hair an interesting escapade.
But there’s one more trick that my sweet baby has been doing lately, a trick that I love. When we’re out in public talking to people and I’m holding her in my arms, she tucks her head onto my shoulder as she shyly looks out at the people who are strangers to her. It’s really sweet, and it makes me feel very necessary and important to my baby’s emotional well-being. She’s getting very stranger-shy. If she can’t see me, then she’ll hang out with people she doesn’t know, but she doesn’t smile very much. But once she sees me, she stretches out her arms and body as far as they will go so that she can get into my arms, and she tucks herself right in next to me.
Yeah, I’ll keep her.