Maybe she's going through a growth spurt, or maybe she has her daddy's narcosleepy (he doesn't have true narcolepsy, so I call the fact that he can sleep just about anywhere at any time and sleep for 13 hours straight "narcosleepy."). Aubrey slept from 9:30 last night until basically 9 this morning. Adam woke her up at 1:30a.m. for a bottle. She was sort of awake at 6a.m. and took half a bottle before falling back asleep. She was sort of awake at 9a.m. and took a little more than half before falling back asleep; she woke up 20 minutes later and finished the bottle. Good gravy. I wish I could sleep half that much.
Apparently I was doing something wrong or there was some aspect of the bottle that did not meet Feisty Pants' standards because she argued with me for the first half of her noon bottle. I mean she got royally ticked. Then we had a come to Jesus talk and calmed down and she finished the rest like everything was peachy keen. I can't help but wonder what her teenage years will be like.
-Keli
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| yay for cute leg warmers! |
Physical therapy went well today. They were proud of how well she's turning her head to the left now, and she's much less resistant to having it turned. The rest of her muscles are more flexible too, but we have to keep doing her exercises and keep turning that toaster head to the left or the middle so it will even out. Aubrey's nose had been rattling all day--I'd tried twice to suck the snot out but the snot sucker wouldn't reach it. Well, when the therapist and her intern were sitting beside Aubrey, she sneezed. A huge, mammoth sized baby booger, one you would never imagine coming out of such a small nose, flew through the air for about two feet...and landed on the intern's shoe. Her nose didn't rattle after that. :)
My car's been making a weird noise, so we left the hospital and went to get it looked at. It needed a new tire, so we had to wait. I took a bottle with us, so while Aubrey ate we had to explain to two different people how old she is. That takes a minute. Then it's another few minutes while the person asks 10 or 15 questions about how big she was at birth, how long we were in the hospital, etc. etc. That's ok. That just means we get to show her off. :)
-Keli
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