In March: Itâ€™s a New Generation â€“ One with ManyÂ Ultrasounds â€œBaby B is a bit more . . . rambunctious. Iâ€™m pretty sure I saw him punch Baby A at one point. Itâ€™s actually been quite difficult to get a still photo of Baby B. Every time the camera tries to freeze frame, for something like a medical measurement, Baby B thinks itâ€™s hilarious to jerk and move away as quickly as possible. We also think heâ€™s had the hiccups several times. Flailing about, clearly warming up for as many 90-foot sprints as possible, Baby B is clearly the frontrunner in the mischievous category.â€
In April: Ainâ€™t that a Kick in theÂ Head â€œEarlier in the week, Jon had suggested he get some games to keep us all occupied. Baby B apparently took this to heart. Based on his circumstances, Hide-n-Seek was the game of choice. The nurse and I could hear his heartbeat faintly in the background. The nurse continued to move the puck around on my stomach trying to track Baby B down. But B is very good at Hide-n-Seek. He was winning even though the nurse had the sound wave monitoring machine advantage.â€
Four hours after his birth last May, Search’s primary nurse June, informed me he was refusing to stay swaddled in his bunting – despite the wires encompassing his little body. Throughout his NICU stay, he was only happy once heâ€™d kicked his little feet out. By two weeks old, he was scooting around his isolette and trying to push himself up.
He has spent the past several mornings scooting around the living room. Rolling over from back to tummy is a piece of cake; lifting his head up to look around in a half push-up position takes him very little effort.
Yesterday, Search noticed his soft discovery block about three feet in front of his playmat. He reached out toward it, but it was just out of range. You could see the wheels turning in his head.
â€œI want that block. That block is over there. I am over here.â€ He reached forward again – nope, still an armâ€™s length away. â€œI want to be over there. That is where the block is. I want that block.â€
With a laser-like focus on the big blue block, he scrunched his little legs up underneath him. Step one. He paused, diligently trying to problem solve the situation. The lightbulb went on! He shoved with his arms. And scooted backwards. He repeated this scenario two or three more times. Each time moving farther away from the desired block.
At this point, Search was starting to get frustrated. He collapsed his head to the floor – tushy still pointing skyward.
Search is a voracious thumb-sucker. It may be for self-soothing, it may be his magic feather, or it may be his superpower recharger. Heâ€™d flung his head onto the carpet and was furiously sucking his thumb. Thumb firmly ensconced and drool soaking the carpet, his lower lip was just about to jut out in the quiver that precedes the wail, when he noticed the two smaller blocks in the set in his line of vision, just to his left.
He lifted his head slightly, peering at these blocks, and then turned his head to look back at the big blue block. He put both hands on the floor and shoved himself finally forward – inchworming over to the blocks. He was very pleased with himself.
Search has discovered he can move. Itâ€™s still a bit wonky. He canâ€™t quite crawl yet. But heâ€™s mastered the art of pulling his legs up under himself, inchworming a few inches and then rolling to the side. Heâ€™ll be fully mobile in the very near future.