Remembering how blessed we are

It's been over two weeks since I last blogged and we've been super busy. At 18 weeks, G is changing everyday. She's desperately trying to master new skills such as sitting up unaided, rolling over, and thumb sucking! And she's now become an expert in cooing, babbling and bouncing. 

Counting our blessings

This last week I've very much been thinking of a family and the sad loss of their brave daughter who had Turner Syndrome. This family I do not know, but I do know of them due to a friend. They sadly lost their daughter at 9 days old due to complications with her kidneys and lungs. This beautiful babe battled against the odds during pregnancy, as all Turner  Syndrome babies do, but sadly was too unwell. I've thought of them every day since, and its been a stark reminder to us of how truly blessed we are to have a healthy G with us. Several times this week I've just sat and watched her, amazed at her battle, the odds, and how much of a miracle she is.

Piling on the pounds

This week G was weighed, and thankfully at 13lb 14oz, she is still doing well. So well infact that she has made her way from the 2nd percentile to the 50th. So well infact that they are now keeping an eye on her weight due to the rapid increase. So we've gone from having a tiny baby, to one that's packing the pounds too quickly.... Hmm. Given that she is feeding roughly 10oz less than other babies of her weight and age, we are slightly baffled! We will see how things are at her next weigh-in in 4 weeks time. 

Kidneys in the clear

Two weeks ago we took G for a repeat kidney scan. Given that we initially didn't realise she had a minor kidney issue when she was born, I was a tad apprehensive about the scan (Tim was taking it in his stride!). Upon arrival I asked what Gs previous issue was, and apparently the tubes from her kidneys to her bladder were slightly too wide. Thankfully the repeat scan showed that this was no longer an issue. Phew.

Cot catastrophe!

G has finally outgrown her Moses basket, so on Friday we decided to make the break and put G in her cot. She has been in her own room for about a month now, and her basket has been perched inside the cot, so we presumed that the final transition would be easy. How wrong we were! Three hours sleep. G decided that her new found space would be best used for rollover practice. As she can't roll properly yet, she spent the entire night getting very frustrated and not to mention ridiculously over tired.

Last night both of us felt pretty rough and couldn't handle another sleepless night, so G slept in her basket. Peacefully. All night. 

G 1- Cot 0

Medicine nightmare 

G is still trying every trick in the book to refuse her reflux medicine, and it's working. Her dosage has been halved due to then increasing the strength, but it's made no difference. As a last attempt I'm going to hide it inside some pear purée, but she's pretty clever and instantly recognises every other disguise we've tried. We'll see how pear goes down...

We have a relatively quiet week ahead, though I'm excited about taking G to school to watch my old class's assembly. That aside we'll probably be doing our best to avoid the heat, poor baby is not a lover of it, what baby is!