The Teething Blues

This teething thing is for the birds! Poor little girl cries herself to sleep each night, wakes up in tears, screams bloody murder if I leave the room, wants to be held, doesn't want to be held, wants to sleep but refuses to sleep, wants to chew on everything and drool, and goes through about 15 diapers a day. She has a diaper rash for the first time in her 9 months of life, as suddenly everything goes right through her, in liquid form. Oh, where or where is my sweet baby girl?????

Ms. Clingy

I don't know if it's the teething or what, but Reagan has suddenly become very much a clingy mama's girl. This is odd to me, as the boys were NEVER clingy, even as babies. She wants to be held all the time, and when I was gone to a meeting the other night, she apparently cried the entire 4 hours. She insists on being rocked to sleep now, too - a taboo I have tried to avoid for the past 5 years, in an effort to instill "self soothing" in my children. But Reagan has also started calling "mamamamama", and... I just can't resist. She calls for me, I jump, and we rock rock rock until she falls asleep. BAD habit, but so sweet.

The 9 Month Stats

Wellchild visit today. Here's the latest.
First teeth: YESTERDAY! Bottom front, left AND right. I've tried get a picture, but she's apparently very modest about them and won't let anyone see.

Weight: 14.8 pounds. That puts her in less than the 3rd percentile.
Height: 27 inches. 30th percentile
Weight for Length: Less than the 3rd percentile.
Head Circumference: 45 cm. 75th to 90th percentile.

So the brains encased in her large cranium are sucking all the fat off her little bones, and she is a long skinny thing! I'm getting lots of use out of her baby clothes, that's for sure!!!

What She Looks Like at 9 Months

The view from the top....

9 Month Birthday

Reagan is 9 months old today!!! WOW! She now weighs 15 pounds. I know this, because she celebrated the anniversary by a trip to the Emergency Room -- her first -- where she was weighed. Welcome to the Aho Family, little girl. You'll get used to the Emergency Room. Rob said "we should just build a house right next door". Yes. Poor thing. Apparently, the babysitter accidentally dropped her while outside on the porch, and she landed hard, hitting her head. Rob got home soon after, and she promptly began projectile vomitting. Worth a trip to the hospital, to make sure no concussion or swelling. She is fine, thank goodness, and our poor babysitter feels horrible. She's a tough little cookie, that Reagan! Soft skulls really do help babies out! She went right to sleep as soon as we got home, so she's exhausted from the ordeal, but I think none-the-worse. According to my calculations, 15 pounds still puts her in less than the 3rd percentile for weight, so she's still a bitty thing, but growing and moving along in her own Reagan way!