If you’d asked me a week ago, I would have told you that the child worrying me the most these days is August. He’s such a tiny thing and he HATES tummy time so much. In the last few days, however, he’s shown me that he’s developing–just at his own little pace. Louie does things first, but August will do them too. Recently he’s caught up with Louie in the areas of massive social smiling, and pretend talking. He also rolls from his back to both sides and is doing a great little job picking up his head while on his tummy–even though he despises the whole thing. He’s also my sweetie and a complete cuddle bunny. He hates being put down each night and gives us a good 15 minutes of complaint before giving up and going to sleep. He’d rather be in arms than anywhere else, and his sweet smile could melt you in a second.
I’m supposed to be giving him Propanalol to help with the hemangioma on his right elbow, but I haven’t. While we were waiting for confirmation that he could take it, I somehow misplaced the prescription. Now, I’m too embarrassed to call about it. Hubby has offered to do it, however, so hopefully we’ll be getting started on that pretty soon. I’m really less worried about it than I was, though. I can tell that it’s starting to collapse, and it no longer has a scabby look to it.
Louie is our powerhouse. There really is no other way to describe that boy. He smiles big cheesy grins and screams and screeches at the top of his lungs. He kicks SO incredibly hard. So hard that he propels himself across the floor on his back. So hard that giving him a bath should require scuba gear. He’s also learning to hold a rattle and can roll right off his tummy when he feels like it.
We’ve been going to the physical therapist once a week to work on his wonky neck, and I’m happy to report that it’s coming along nicely. While still not normal, I’m seeing steady improvement. In general, I’m finding the twin’s development nothing short of perplexing. With Charlie, it was a sloooooow, steady, uphill push, and very little caught me off guard. With the twins, things just pop up out of nowhere. Louie just rolled over one day, like no big deal, and I just couldn’t believe it.
And Charlie. Charlie is struggling a bit recently. His allergies/sinuses are giving him a whooping, and we are trying our hardest to get him some relief. It affects every aspect of his life and eventually he ends up with a full-blown sinus infection. Charlie and sinus infections are a horrible combination. He’s obviously in pain. Tylenol really helps him, but the second it wears off, we’ve got crying and he is just. so. touchy. I hate the sinus infections.
We’re doing a course of antibiotics again, and we’re also going to be doing one of those nasal sprays regularly in the hopes that it will help him drain properly and prevent future infections. I sure hope it works. I hate when he’s not feeling well. Everything falls away when he’s sick like this–therapy, learning activities, everything. It’s lousy and it’s the second time this school year that it’s happened. I really don’t want it to happen again.
Besides that, however, he is doing wonderfully. His posture has become simply amazing–he sits up so straight. I’m actually eager to go back to the orthopedist and see what he says–he’ll be scratching his head for sure! Charlie’s also been doing a great job in his gait trainer–alternating legs without prompting. He still needs to work on taking bigger steps, but it’s in there, I can tell. Recently, I’ve realized that Charlie might walk some day. Before now, I never really thought it was a possibility, but seeing the strides he’s making I realize that anything is possible for this boy.