Micah

It seems that every time I vow to do better about blogging regularly, life comes along and shoves me right off track. This time, it’s taken a little while to pick myself, and my baby, up and recover my footing, but I’m back, and I hope to actually entertain you with some of the upcoming posts I mentioned a few weeks ago.

But before I do that, I wanted to share the unpleasant adventure we survived last week. Baby girl endured her first trip to the hospital. It was not pleasant, nor was it fun, and I do not wish it upon anyone. Did you know that hospital cribs look like tiny little baby jail cells?

Twas awful.

Micah caught a nasty little stomach bug {as did I} that threw her little system {and my grown up one} for a major loop last week. She threw up once on Friday and once on Saturday, but Sunday morning the floodgates opened and she couldn’t keep anything down. We stopped in at the hospital when she was so lethargic she couldn’t lift her head if she wanted.

If you know my baby, you know that she’s a bundle of energy. She does not like to be cuddled. She wants to be crawling around exploring her world and playing all. the. time. She hates being held like this:

But she was so out of it that she voluntarily laid her head down on her daddy’s chest while we were in the ER. If you ever go to the emergency room and they usher you to a room immediately, you know that it’s serious. My poor pitiful baby was very, very sick. She was severely dehydrated, and her blood sugar had dropped to 50. Once they got an IV in, she perked up a bit.

But she was still pretty puny. Monday she was able to keep down a bit of Gatorade, so they let us go home, but it soon became obvious that the virus was still ravaging her little tummy. Tuesday morning she couldn’t even keep down a teaspoon of Gatorade. A teaspoon! Do you know how minuscule a teaspoon is?

It was scary. Very, very scary, but thankfully, we finally got the vomiting under control and she’s back to normal now. And let me just say that she’s hungry. Very, very hungry. Which is good, since she lost a whole pound while she was sick. That’s a lot for such a tiny little girl.

Anyway, many of you knew all of this already, but I wanted to write and thank you for all of the prayers and kindness you showed us last week. We needed your help, and you provided in a very real way. We’re more grateful for your love and support than you’ll ever know.

Until next time, grace and peace.

Oh my goodness, I’m the parent of a child who is mobile. Last week my eight-month-old little girl rolled to her intended destination. This week she crawls. It’s a major milestone.

I immediately realized how un-babyproofed our home is.

Is there a way to teach babies this tiny not to touch things like electrical outlets? Do they learn that curtains aren’t a good thing to pull up on?

Admittedly, the following video will not be exciting to some of you, but if you’re interested in seeing our little girl start to go, all you have to do is click play:

God, help us. Our child can go wherever she wants. It’s the end of an era. Now I have to wonder what would happen if she eats the leaves of our houseplants or munches on a dead bug she’s found {not that there’s any of those in our house, or anything}.

I have a feeling that she won’t be crawling long. Even though she just started crawling a few days ago, most of the time she only crawls to something she can pull up on. It won’t be long until she’s walking.

God, help us.

Until next time, grace and peace.

I have been meaning to sit down and write all week long, but every time I logged in to begin writing, something else popped up, and I was unable to get my thoughts down in written form.

Ah well, such is the life of a modern homemaker. Speaking of which, my friend Annie over at Sister Wisdom is running a series of posts on Modern Homemaking over the next few weeks, and I was happy to contribute a post for the series. Look for my entry on Monday. It was nice to spend a few minutes reflecting on this crazy life that we live, and I very much enjoyed writing the post.

In other news, Micah has gotten very adventurous lately. It’s as if someone wound up the key stuck in her back, and she came to life. Her voice box has been turned over, and she babbles incessantly. She’s in full-on creeping/crawling mode, and she’s started pulling up to her knees. She’s mastered the art of sitting back up after she’s been rolling around on the floor, and she picks up finger food all by herself.

She’s a cute little booger, and she doesn’t stay still long enough for the camera to focus on her sweet face most of the time, but I managed to capture a few good ones for her monthly date with the sock monkey.

Starting solid food with her has not been the most fun thing in the world. I’ve given up on baby food and have started giving her table food. At 8 and a half months, the child eats bananas, bread, grits, mashed potatoes, applesauce, and puffs. She despises apple juice, but she’ll sip water. She occasionally tolerates peas, but they’re not her favorite. She refuses to eat any form of vegetables. When she decides she doesn’t like something I’ve given her, she refuses to close her mouth and swallow the food. She doesn’t spit it out, she just sits there with her mouth hanging open until enough saliva drips out of her mouth to carry the food with it. It’s just as disgusting as it sounds. But kind of funny at the same time.

She’s a trip, that’s for sure.

She’s changed so much in the past few weeks, it’s unreal. We’re hitting some major milestones, and I’m watching my baby become a little toddler, which is exciting and scary at the same time.

Look out, world. Micah’s on the move, and she’s coming to get you!

Until next time, grace and peace.

I started to write earlier today, but Micah cut my post short when she awakened from her nap far too early. Fierce resistance of sleep is apparently our new normal. We’re headed back to the pediatrician in the morning to see if the tonsillitis has gotten any better. I know without even going to the doctor that something isn’t right with my child. She’s not her normal happy, healthy, easy-go-lucky, content self. That has made life a little difficult lately, which has not allowed me to keep up with my promise to post five days a week.

But last week I posted four times. That’s 80 percent of my goal.

An 80 isn’t a shabby grade, is it?

I would have flipped out if I had gotten an 80 on a report card. I was such an over-achieving perfectionist. I had issues. I hope I don’t project them onto my children.

I’m obviously scattered right now. I’ve found it difficult to collect my thoughts over the past week. Most of my energy {and that includes brain activity} has been focused around soothing my sick child.

It’s difficult for me to focus on much else.

But I did manage to complete a couple of custom designs last week, and I’m super excited to share them with you, but it will have to wait until at least tomorrow.

The doctor’s appointment is early in the morning, and I need to dry my hair before I can crawl into bed.

If you’re the praying type, please pray that my child will sleep well tonight. We could all use the rest :)

Until next time, grace and peace.