Since D's developmental assessment at Hollyridge we have been really trying very hard to sign to her as much as possible. Well, since her visit, she has accomplished four signs. She can sign for "cookie", "cheeto", "all done", and "eat". Her signs are real document signs, but they are what works right now for her and for us. I'm trying to teach her "kiss" today.
Is it bad that I would LOVE to be able to check into a bed and breakfast somewhere for a night all by myself? I love D and DH with all of my heart, but the thought of being alone and without responsibilities for even a milisecond is exhilerating.
So far I've received two google hits. One was for "baby developmental assessment" and the other, as talked about below "cerebral palsy constipation massage". I'm hoping that people use me for a resource if I have the information. So, if there is something you are wondering about, having issues with yourself, etc. etc., please don't hesitate to ask. If you have the question, someone else probably does, too.
I received a google hit for "cerebral palsy constipation massage" so I thought I would post an update about D and her eternal bout with the dreaded constipation. I have been doing my best to up her fiber intake with lots of graham crackers and also be sure to give her some fruit or veggies with every meal. Whereas she only pooped once or twice a week at best last week, this week she has pooped three times since Sunday night. So, maybe we are one to something. I have said that before regarding D's constipation though and she has gone right back to her once a week poop cycle.
On Saturday, the family went to the Port Defiance Zoo & Aquarium. We received an annual family pass so when the first beautiful day presented itself, we decided to take advantage of it! She has been to the Woodland Park Zoo in Seattle, but this was our first trip to the Port Defiance Zoo & Aquarium. D was so cute and really into the animals. Her favorite exhibits were the ones where should could see below the water, such as the shark tank and the beluga whales.
D and I were in Burger King this morning getting breakfast for papa and grampi who were working on the new rental and the nice young woman behind the counter asked..."how old is she?". This unsuspecting question which for most people wouldn't mean anything except a quick, perky reply. I cautiously say, "16 months" and it is like all of the heads in the building turn towards us. "But she is so small!" Well, yeah, she was born weighing one pound twelve ounces, so we're still catching up. And then the ubiquitious, "Is she healthy?" "Is she walking?" How do you explain to someone that your daughter is healthy but that she has cerebral palsy? That she is in therapy to help her do things that other babies find so easy? Thank god she didn't ask what D's "outlook" is, because how do you tell someone that you just don't know?
