warning: this entry will feel like sitting next to a zealous old lady trying to invade your privacy by shoving 2R pictures of her grandchildren into your sleepy face. only, i’m not an old lady and this is not my grandchild. this is robyn.
today, robyn turns 8 months. just over two weeks ago, she underwent the second in a series of three operations. at least now the worst one is over.
arriving at the hospital, she seemed both scared and fascinated. she would cry sporadically, but cease abruptly when she zones in on something unfamiliar. like the metal bars on the sides of the bed.
feet not included.
she holds her own bottle now.
and would even try to grab the camera while she feeds herself.
and when she’s through…
…she flips the bottle over to use it as a teether. this is one of her favorite forms of amusement.
by morning of the second day, she was starting to get used to the hospital.
and had even started engaging in her other favorite form of amusement: sputtering spit at people. which looks like that.
by afternoon of the same day, she was so comfortable already, she was back to her old self.
by evening, her mirth quickly turned to horror when the doctor put her on IV. which was horror to watch for me too because her site was so difficult to locate, the doctor had to re-insert three times. plus, she is unusually strong for her age, so it took some serious effort to restrain her. we ended up “mummifying” her in a blanket just to keep her still.
she was afraid for a while, but again, got over it a bit when she saw something new. like her IV.
