So when CootieDad went to pick up CootieGirl at daycare yesterday he was informed that CootieGirl bit two kids during the day. Yes, our daughter is the daycare bully. I know that biting is her way of coping with CootieBoy’s arrival, but it’s distressing nonetheless. I know it’ll come to an end once we’re able to get into a regular routine and I’ll be able to do all the things I did with CootieGirl before (specifically, cuddle time, most bath times and putting her to bed). Those were kind of the things she and I always did together over the past few months. Since I couldn’t play much with her that was mainly CootieDad’ expertise.

While I was in the hospital she did NOT go to sleep at night very well – she was really fussy and spent most nights crying or tossing and turning. It wasn’t until my first night home that she went RIGHT DOWN to sleep – I guess just knowing I was home was enough for her.

But now the biting – probably because she’s STILL not getting the level of attention from me that she got before (granted, she only saw me for 30 minutes in the morning and 1 hour at night during the week, but I guess it’s the ROUTINE that she appreciated). I’m continuing to heal well from the c-section, so with any luck I’ll be able to up my participation with her over the next couple of weeks, and the biting will lessen.

That’s my hope anyway.

Little D. Not to be confused with Big D. That’s me.

CootieGirl is still getting used to being a big sister. She spent a few hours in the hospital visiting mama and Little D. She doesn’t have much interest in the little man just yet. She did want to be picked up by CootieMom, but that won’t be happening any time soon because of the c-section. Good thing CootieGirlfigured out how to walk two months ago.

Here is CootieGirllounging in mama’s hospital bed.

BTW, she looks so big!!!

Our little girl has her own vocabulary, but it seems CootieDad and I have accidently encouraged her to call her belly something other than “belly”. She calls it “CootieBoy”.

Yes, in our desire to have her figure out that CootieBoy is in Mama’s belly, whenever we ask her “Where’s CootieBoy?” she promptly lifts her shirt and points at her stomach and cries, “Unk!”

Apparently we’re raising a vegetarian toddler. Not that I mind – she loves every veggie and fruit we’ve put in her mouth, she loves bread and pasta and potatoes and all those things. She obviously loves cookies and cheerios and biscuits and the like. What she does NOT like, however, is meat.

Oh, she’ll occasionally force herself to swallow something like a bit of hamburger, she’ll eat the Gerber meat/veg combinations. But an actual piece of steak, lamb, duck, chicken, turkey on her tray? Completely ignored and screamed about until some potato lands on her tray that she can eat. Then the meat is unceremoniously pushed to the side until CootieDad or I have the time to take it and feed it to the cats instead.

I guess I shouldn’t complain – it means she’ll be much healthier than I am (I’m a BIG TIME meat-eater and my three months as a vegetarian in college fifteen years ago were miserable (and not just because I hate all veggies)). My new goal: keep her away from chocolate as long as possible. Because my chocolate addiction is even worse than my meat addiction. And I don’t want to pass that along to my daughter!

It’s 8:34 a.m. and CootieDad, CootieGirl and I have gotten next to no sleep in the past 8 hours. As I said in the previous post, CootieGirl was fussy and feverish when we put her down – well, it got worse as the night went along. We never actually took her temperature because her whole body was hot – literally from her forehead to her feet. Just HOT. And she wasn’t just fussy, she was furious. Poor little thing. We had her sleep with us and tag-teamed all night long as to who would cuddle her, soothe her, attempt to give her fluids. By this morning my own body was a wreck – being 9 months pregnant isn’t conducive to sleeping in whichever position your daughter demands. When I got up this morning for the first time, my hips, my lower back and my shoulders were all hinky with pain. I’m SCootieGirlgonna appreciate my maternity massage tomorrow afternoon.

Anyway, as of this morning CootieGirl has had maybe a total of 7 fl. oz. of milk (in three stages) and is refusing anything remotely near the juice/pedialyte family. When I go back downstairs I’m going to cut up a banana and see if she’ll eat that.

I’ve called in sick from work today and told them that CootieGirl needs tending since daycare doesn’t take kids with fevers and CootieDad has appointments to keep today.

Well, the pediatrician warned us that about a week after her shots that she received that she’d get a fever. He wasn’t kidding. She’s been hot all day and has been fussing in her crib since we put her down for her nap. We’ve been hydrating her all day and when I went to check on her about 20 minutes ago her diaper was drenched. She also had her pajama top half off. I quickly changed her diaper and put her top back on properly, and then cuddled with her for a few minutes. Laid her in the crib and she’s still fussing. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night.