Eliza turned one two weeks ago. Two and a half weeks ago. I continue to be in denial. It’s been a very fast year, and she is a wonderful and hilarious little person. We didn’t have a birthday party, partially because Kevin and I traveled so much individually this month (Kevin was actually out of town on her birthday), and partially because we aren’t party people, I think. My mom was in town the weekend of E’s birthday, which was lovely. We went to the pumpkin patch, which I’m sure will become an annual tradition. I made some pumpkin cupcakes and let E go to town on one while we talked to Kevin on facetime. She loves sugar, that is for damn sure.
Developmentally, she’s both miles ahead of last month, and probably approximately the same to the casual observer. She’s added more words (hi, banana, and belly button come to mind, but I know I’m forgetting), and has picked up some animal noises. No cows or dogs here though, it’s all dinosaurs, horses, monkeys, snakes, and goldfish. The best part is that she picked up the dinosaur noise (roar!) seemingly all by herself, with no instruction. She also roars when playing with dinosaur toys. I consider this my first significant parenting achievement. She has also started mimicking the cats, so instead of a typical “meow” she makes legit weird cat noises. She’s walking more confidently, and falling more spectacularly. She’s starting to climb, but isn’t very good at it yet (thank goodness).
This month has brought new challenges, and I’m sure that’s a harbinger of more to come as we enter the realm of the toddler. She’s pickier about her food, or maybe it’s just that most of her words have to do with food, so she uses those even if it isn’t what she wants. So, she’ll say milk and more and banana, but when you get her in her highchair, she gets frustrated and throws everything on the floor. If we take away something that she wants, or won’t give her something (e.g., computer, plastic bag), she balls up her fists and scrunches up her face and makes a noise a bit like a tea kettle boiling. I have no idea where she gets that from (she gets it right from me).
For a few weeks surrounding her birthday, our normally magical sleeper was having a terrible run. Up multiple times every night, totally inconsolable or completely perky and ready to play. The only thing I found that worked was to let her sleep ON me. This, for our baby that had never, not even once, co-slept (and not for lack of trying). Once I felt comfortable that I wasn’t going to ruin her and never sleep again, and that I could actually just enjoy the snuggling, she stopped waking up.
The newest challenge has actually been ongoing for about a month now. She’s had terrible diaper rash – sometimes to the point of having open wounds, other times just incredibly red and angry skin, with an almost papery bumpy texture. We’ve been using disposables for close to two months now because of this. At first, switching seemed to help and I assumed I just needed to strip her diapers (future me: 1 Tbsp dawn, 1/2c bleach in hot wash water, followed by several hot washes without detergent). But the rash got worse and worse, and the flares turned into a consistent terribleness, and then one day she wouldn’t move her legs without crying. So we took her to the doctor, and he prescribed an antifungal for what he thought was a yeast issue. It helped briefly, but then flared again, angry as ever. We got a stronger antifungal with a steroid, which also helped briefly, but then her GI tract revolted. Now we are stepping up the butt armor – yeast meds, covered by max strength desitin, covered by a thick layer of baby powder, and diaper changes constantly. It seems to be helping, but I figure we’re stuck in disposables until her GI tract rights itself. We also tried maalox mixed with aquaphor or baby powder, but that seemed to hurt, so we abandoned. My friends insist that the faint scars on her once-adorable tush will fade, but until then, I’ll just be over here weeping during traumatic diaper changes.
Ok, this is perhaps the least sappy baby’s first birthday post ever in the land, but we are in survival mode round these parts, and I figure I’ll likely forget some of the gruesome/useful information should we find ourselves here again. Also, and I’m just going to run with this because it’s already terrible, but I think I’m just never going to be one of those bloggers that manages to have a coherent narrative arc. And if I wait till I can come up with one, this space will change rarely. I have a lot of things I want to say, so screw that.
And with that, having made my sweet baby’s birthday post all about her butt, and meeee me me, I bid you good night.