My sister just flew out for a visit over the weekend, and while here she reminded me of what a difficult kid I was (I like to add the caveat: at times)...
Even though people love to blame t.v. for their child's behavior, I don't think I can get away with claiming that my favorite show (the Incredible Hulk) taught me that there was no return once you "made me angry!"
Thankfully, Quinn appears to be nothing like me in this respect. This little girl has tubes up her nose, down her throat, monitors stuck to her chest and feet, people fussing with her multiple times a day, and yet she almost never cries. She is just the happiest baby, easiest to appease, and if angered - quick to forgive.
Our Mini Murphy seems to save her largest protest for when I'm changing her diaper. Today, she made a real statement by getting not just me and everything in her bed, but the wall at the end of the room too. (Really hoping this won't be a lifelong habit.)
Other than that, Quinn continues to do well. Although she lost a bit of weight, it wasn't enough to cause concern because overall her body is still adjusting to have to regulate its own temperature in an open crib. The only unfortunate change is that she is now regularly having "A's" and "B's," which are spells of apnea and bradycardia (a slowing of her heart rate).
This too almost appears to be a form of expression as she seems to have them as I'm preparing to leave the hospital... ("mean mommy!")
So, in addition to learning how to breathe, maintain her body heat, and digest on her own, Quinn also seems to be mastering how to tug on my heartstrings. Guess that just comes with the territory of parenthood, and considering what a turd I could be to my parents, its some quick karma I must deserve too.
Hope all is well with you,
Mama Murphy
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