Some time during the past month she developed bad congestion and a cough. All subsequent doctor visits revealed nothing wrong. I remember this with BG, escalation is bad. Everyone said she was fine too, but she was not and now she’s labeled “asthmatic” because no one listened to me in the beginning. So she was having trouble breathing late one night due to her congestion and we took her to the ER, which was useless and so was the doctor but this prompted my pediatrician to try some Zantac. She was even going horse. It was acid reflux as DH and I suspected. The horse sounding voice went away within 3 days. Her cough persisted and I took her back. A short course on a very mild anti-biotic and she’s been great sense. I hope the reflux does not get worse as I know it can, but it’s supposed to be the worst between 2 thru 4 months so I am crossing my fingers she can be off the meds soon.

So she’s great now and we are all much happier for it. It’s easier to get her to sleep again, though sense the reflux started she no longer fall asleep on her own while lying down like she used too. Such a laid back little baby!

Now she’s big enough that BG can help, with a little less concern aside from constantly having to say “Don’t lean on her!” and “leave her hands alone” etc. BG loves to cover her with a blanket, put the paci in her mouth and “tickle” her.

Last week I went to my sisters for a week. I didn’t want to go, I didn’t want DH to go out of town. Which is why I went to stay at my sisters. I was happy for the time with my sister but felt it was too soon. I had no idea the mental or emotional affect staying at my sisters would have on me. It grounded me. She has two boys, I started to say well if she can do it, I can do it. Her husband is a detective and often is not home until 11:30pm at night, leaving her alone with her two boys. So when I came home from that fun (but exhausting!) week with my sister I totally re-arranged our furniture and I am on mission “re-organize” the house. I plan to turn out dinning room into a home office for myself and the husband, with a bit of “toys” thrown in for good measure. DH does not work from home, but we both like a space for the evenings and weekends to do our little side projects.

Once BG got older I wanted to get all the toys OUT of the living room, to claim it back as mine. Now I have LG and I will just have to give it up for a while longer, probably the next 2 years. I’ll take pics once I finish, we still need an area rug, new curtains and some new photos to hang on the walls. It might be a while, need some bling bling to get it done!

So once we came home from the trip up north at my sisters, I had pulled BG out of daycare. #1 issue, germs. #2 issue, money. It was really nice to have that break while it lasted though, to spend those precious first months with a bit of extra time with her. Now I am able to mentally handle both of them, and BG is less of a physical threat to the baby and accidently hurting her. The baby LOVES to laugh at her big sister, coo’s and smiles at her. It’s so sweet. I am SO looking forward to when they can play together.

This photo above shows exactly the expression on her face 90% of the time. The chilled out “whats up” expression as we call it. She is very alert and aware but somehow always looks like she just woke up. It’s so cute.

Just like BG she’s a bit of pain to put down at night, in fact she’s worse then her big sister. She wasn’t hard to put down until like 3.5 months old. We think it’s the reflux making it worse at night. Sometimes we walk her around for 3 hours on and off in between taking “shifts” or her possibly falling asleep for 30 short minutes. Bed time is any time between 7 and 9pm with the fussing starting at 6 and an occasional bad night taking until 10pm. I keep reminding myself it won’t be like this forever but I remember using ferber on BG at 6 months and I don’t see how we are any place near to that point. 3 months away from solids, from sitting up? Yikes, it doesn’t seem possible! As ever, everyone tells you to cherish it and indeed I do, but it’s sort of hard when you are sleep deprived and very tired! I love it though, love her sweet little self and her blossoming personality.

Daddy is of course ever present and helpful.

She loved her little playgym I got as an early Channukah/Xmas gift. Keeps her very amused. Here she is watching herself in the mirror: