Yesterday was the best day (Unfortunately, Etan was away in NYC). Ella was so interactive and alert. She was smiling so much — except when Tracy the physical therapist set her up for “tummy time”. She started crying then and wouldn’t stop until I nursed her again. She laughs and skirms when Gaul tickles her. She squawks when she’s alone and wants to be with us. When she hears our voices, especially mine, she smiles and laughs no matter which direction she is looking in. She doesn’t turn her head that often and we’re thinking that because of the flattened shape of her head on one side, she gets stuck and can’t turn from her side position. She’s not really reaching for anything consistently yet.
It’s frustrating to me that she is not meeting her milestones, even though that’s not surprising.
I just have to let go and accept what I have no control over. It is hard though.