Day 14 - no rest for mom

Andy woke up a lot last night. As in more than 6 times. It was so often that I was sleep walking... Or I should say running during some of it. From my bed to his crib and back. Could be teething.

He woke this morning at a normal time, then slept for over 3 hours. He had no phenobarbital in his bottle. He is on 1ml a night for the rest of the week, then we are done. Forever.

I see him waking up in front of my eyes. His frustration is being shown in the expression on his face, he's throwing his arms more in the direction that he wants. And when he can't get to it, he's expressing himself vocally. I didn't push his stomach too much today, and he didn't cry or act like he was missing the extra food he would normally have. He had OT and I could see his progress. He didn't try to hyperextend a lot, and let his neck fall forward more. He's holding onto toys better and looking where she's trying to get his attention.

I went to babiesrus and found Born Free sippy cups. Thankfully, all pieces are interchangeable so I added the handles to his bottles. I'm excited to see what progress can be made!

The spasms have slowed down. He did have a group of them, about 50 or so I lost count, when we were out. There was maybe 6 or so throughout the rest of he day.

I'm hoping he's asleep for the night. He's already been up crying once, but went to bed to begin with at his old bed time. One step at a time.

Day 11

I'm almost too tired to write. Every day my list of things to do grows, but I lack inspiration to do anything more than hold Andy.
He had OT today, and Kathleen told me he is still making progress. And he had no spasms until we were out at the mall. He did have more spasms than yesterday.
We tried a training sippy cup because of the handles. He held onto it for a few seconds. I will continue to off it to him more.
The best moment happened after dinner, when Daddy was finishing feeding Andy.

Andy had been crying and fussy for a couple hours. He couldn't seem to be fed enough. I noticed he had gone silent. Like a scary movie, I looked down and slowly saw a trail of bright yellow runny poop (the world does need that description), down Daddy's jeans. I ask him to not panic, but Andy did poop down him. He kept saying, "Get it off me! Get it off me!"

As I was wiping the poop off of him, he even called Andy a bad baby! I still have tears in my eyes from laughter just thinking about it. What an incredibly typical problem to have.