Sunday, September 16, 2012

Gwen: The Yogic Master

I think that Gwen has taken up Yoga in her spare time.  Yes, I was aware that when babies learn new skills they like to practice said skill all the time.  But she won't even turn it off for meal time (and for anyone who knows her, they know that meal time is her favorite time)!

The easiest position to put G in to nurse her is laying down.  She can either lay next to me or lay across my lap.  We have been working on this position since she was just born and did not have the ability to do anything but lay down.  However, now that she has learned new skills, like "sit," and "kneel," and "stand," she gets a little bit bored with the same old same old.

This is now how breastfeeding goes at bed or nap times:
1. Lay down in bed.
2. Gwen crawls toward me in bed (since she is a milk seeking missile) with her mouth open, ready to eat.
3. Gwen tries to latch on, but misses.  While she is becoming pretty good at crawling, her aim is not so great.
4. Reposition her so she is lying down next to me (translated: force her to lay down against her will) - it has to be more comfortable so I figure she will be happier and better able to eat.
5. She stays in that position for exactly 4.78 seconds until she realizes that if she rolls just slightly to the side she can get her knees underneath her.
6. Moves so she is on her hands and knees, making sure to bite down so she doesn't lose hold of the milk supply (I'm very thankful that she doesn't have teeth yet, and am trying to lay down the law now that she is just biting me with gums by telling her "no!" so it doesn't escalate to her biting me with teeth).
7. Realizes that being on her hands and knees is halfway to sitting, so she tries to spin around on her bottom, still biting down so as not to lose her precious fuel supply.
8. Content to sit and eat for a while.  However, I think her neck gets tired because after about 5-10 seconds, she lays her head down on me so she doesn't have to support its weight.  She does have a pretty big head.  If my neck were that small I don't think it could support a head that big.
9. Realizes that standing is way better than sitting.
10. Manages to get her feet under her body, once again, without letting go of the milk supply.
11. Stands up.  However, I refuse to give in to her constantly changing positions, so I stay laying.  This means that she can stand, but she has to bend over to eat.
12. She happily obliges to this awkward position until, once again, her head gets to heavy and she tries to lay it down on my body.
13. She eventually falls over from the sheer exhaustion of hauling around her gigantic head.*
14. Repeat

*Her head really is huge.  The last time we went to the doctor her head was in the 95th percentile.  That means that her head is larger than 19 out of every 20 babies her age that she passes on the street.  While she is also chunky, which presents its own problems with fitting clothes on her body, usually the first clothing fit problem is that her head won't go through the neck hole. 

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