A restful day at home

I had planned on taking Cupcakes to visit Auntie Yvonne with some chocolate chip cookies today, but I had a good scare of new tiny red bumps all over her face except in the cheeks around 4am this morning. I canceled the plan so that she could just take it easy at home. She napped well and slept on the sofa - instead of wanting to be held most of the previous two days.

Auntie Liz called in response to my SOS regarding the bumps. After deliberation she suggested that I call the doctor's office. The nurse returned my call and told me not to worry unless the bumps were purple or in streaks - just what the resources online stated. Around noon the redness disappeared, and I took a breath. I freaked out again about 4pm when the redness came back, and she got new tiny bumps on her right cheek additionally this time. Thankfully John came home soon afterwards. It's just good to not be home alone when freaking out. By early evening the redness disappeared again.

Late afternoon Cupcakes nursed and started napping. I had to change her and woke her up in the process. I was surprised that she wasn't upset. In fact, when I looked up from freaking out over her new bumps, I found her smiling big at me - what a sweetheart.

I called the YMCA daycare at the Tower to see whether Cupcakes would be able to get in for May, but I didn't get a call back today. However, there is good news. With a slower flow rate bottle nipple, Cupcakes drank the milk from a bottle with an excellent latch - yay! I relieve myself from one of my concerns! She did not cry at bedtime. That's another small victory. We are still working on this one. (At bedtime she is drinking from both sides instead of just one. Maybe she's growing!)

Mama did not assemble the bottle very well, so milk dripped all over Cupcakes. I changed her into a new night gown from Grandpa and Grandma Chiang-Lin. She looked very cute with her little feet sticking out. (Cupcakes, watch out for Aunties Amanda and Cristina with this outfit!) Shortly before bedtime she sat in her pink chair, watching me fold laundry. I named each piece for her, and she watched the whole time. She looked away only when I finished, and she turned around again for a picture.

The last couple of days she has been grasping her hair. During a middle of the night diaper change she shrieked. It was a cry of sharp pain. I looked and quickly discovered that she had pulled her hair without knowing to let go - poor baby. When she's held onto her hair again, I've loosened her grasp, telling her that it can hurt. Hopefully she'll learn to stop soon.