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We bought our christmas tree on Sunday and decorated it Monday. On the day we decorated it we left the house early to take Jada to daycare and Maya to her doctor’s appointment. She had four vaccination shots and her ears pierced. I only wish her doctor wasn’t so blind. I might have to pull the right earring and let that hole close and try again in a couple weeks.

During the general exam, her pediatrician basically told us (in not so many words) that she was fat and was drinking too much milk. He advised that we feed her solids and follow up with a bottle at every meal during the day instead of just one solids feeding a day like we had been doing. This makes sense I guess but I like to take his advice and modify it to our own needs. We will probably do this for 2-3 meals then increase it over time.

He also advised us to put her in her own crib in her own room and never pick her up during the night even if she wakes up hungry and screaming. Uh.. Yah. He’s repeated this to us at just about every appointment we’ve been to with him. I don’t agree with it one bit. I can understand not picking her up at the first whimper but c’mon. Letting a baby scream is like asking a mother to lock away all her maternal insticts. It’s NOT natural and it’s NOT going to happen. We let her cry 30 seconds or so until we know she’s really serious and then we pick her up. Simple as that. That’s as far as we’ll go because doing otherwise, imo, could damage her emotionally. I don’t want her to turn into some emotional mess later in life. When her doctor says these things I just smile and nod and say nothing. Dennis tends to smirk and look at me like he’s secretly saying “told you so” or something. I can’t tell what goes through his mind but he knows where I stand. This man is a great doctor otherwise.. now if he could only learn how to put an earring onto the black dot.

We moved her to her own room that night but it had nothing to do with her doctor’s comments. I had decided that it was time to do it after Monday morning. I was asleep in bed that morning when I heard her babbling from the cosleeper. This is a bassinet that is strapped to our bed. I openned my eyes to find Maya on all fours and facing me. She was staring at me square in the eyes and then she started squacking as if to say “Ok good, you’re up! Now get me some milk!”. It was too early tho, so I closed my eyes again and drifted off while she went on babbling and moving around the little bassinet. After a few minutes I openned my eyes again and found her on her feet standing with her hands clutching the sides. This cosleeper is not deep, mind you, so she had to bend over while standing to grab the edges and could very easily launch herself over the side.

I watched her a little longer waiting to see if she would try. I was ready to grab her if she did and sure enough, 30 seconds later she hung half her body over the side. I pulled her back in and thought it had been fun but I won’t have a brain damaged child because she fell square on her head on our rock hard tile floor. So the mini-cosleeper is officially for sale now. It’s sad to see anything go considering it will probably be the last time we’ll ever need to own those baby items. Same goes for her swing, and her bouncer too.

At bedtime that night I felt very strange that she wasn’t right there next to me. I hadn’t realized how used to her presence I had become. She didn’t seem to mind it much, tho. She slept very well all night in her room with her bunny and her monkey by her side. Oh! and her pacy. Can’t forget the pacy. My baby has left her first nest.