Well, tooth. Baby girl has her first tooth! We thought we felt something coming in on Thursday of last week, but when we looked, nothing was there. That changed on Saturday. We felt and saw an actual, certifiable, verifiable, legitimate tooth . . . which is as sharp as all get out. I'm going to miss her gummy smile when her teeth fill in. I'm sure I'll love the new one just as much.
We discovered the tooth at a baby shower, my first baby shower (aside from my own) since learning we were pregnant. It's night and day. Just the thought of a baby shower before Kate would have started me another downward plunge on the TTC rollercoaster. I would have come up with any excuse I could find not to go. This time, not so. It's a strange transition.
We've been doing solids for 2 1/2 weeks now. We're making progress. She no longer shudders when she swallows food, and I know to touch the spoon under her bottom lip to get her to open up. She's dropped back down to 24oz - 30oz of formula/breastmilk per day again and she's no longer acting like she's starving. She was definitely ready.
The only drawbacks to solids are the terrible diaper rash which erupted on her bottom after a string of four BMs in one day and an increase in laundry. We're over the diaper rash thanks to some air time and a load of diaper cream or petroleum jelly after every diaper change. The laundry, however, remains. It doesn't matter how big the bib is, there is no way to contain the mess. It ends up everywhere - the floor, her hair, her toys, and her clothing. We've discovered that sweet potatoes are the most difficult stains yet to remove from clothing. Really, we ought to just put her in the highchair with nothing on but a diaper and a bib. Her, I can wash. And it would make for a cute picture.
I had other observations to make, but for the life of me, I don't remember what they were.
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