Year 01 | Week 26
The big news this week was the first tentative appearance, on the heretofore barren landscape of your gumline, of two tiny baby teeth. Just the tips of the things were visible, but that was enough to make us—your parents, your grandparents, and anybody else your mother may have shown at work—both jump for joy and wince in sympathy. The teeth were just barely poking through the slightly swollen expanse of your gums, ridges of white slicing through the pink and red, and given your recent tendency to yelp randomly for a few seconds at a time, it didn’t take much of an imagination to empathize with you, to feel your pain.
So, we were excited that you were reaching yet another milestone, but I, for one, was sorry to see you going through so much pain.
To go along with the debut of your teeth, there was, of course, a fever. I’ve read that it’s pretty standard for a baby’s temperature to be elevated during teething, but you had a bit of a cold to boot, and that made the whole weekend a bit more tense. We called the doctor once or twice, took your temp several times, and gave you dropperfuls of Children’s Tylenol as necessary, but in the end didn’t feel the need to bring you to the hospital. It got bad, but never that bad.
You also made some progress on the crawling front this week, or at least I think so. At least once, while watching you lay on your belly, I noticed you beginning to shift your hips from side to side, as if you were realizing that you might be able to propel yourself forward if only you could get the lower half of your body to cooperate with the upper half. Until now, you’d been content to get around solely by rolling over in different directions until you got where you wanted to go. Now you were beginning to realize that there might be an easier way of getting somewhere on your own.
You continued to develop your grasping skills, picking things up left and right, and you were learning to transfer small objects from one hand to the other. You were particularly fond of sets of keys (play-keys, not real ones) and you had one set which made a variety of noises when you pressed the buttons on it.
And you were sitting up for longer and longer when we sat you up. You still couldn’t get up on your own, but that was only a matter of time. It was taking less and less effort on our part to get you up. You were pulling yourself up, for the most part, and needed us mostly for that extra bit of support.
All in all, as you drew closer to that huge milestone of SIX MONTHS OLD (sorry that I feel the need to capitalize that), you were impressing us daily with all the new things that you could do, and with how much more skilled you were growing at everything you’d learned to do so far.