Maya gets better and more fun each day. (Just expect me to say that one again and again!)

We finally saw the pediatrician on Tuesday the 7th, and she agreed that Maya does show all the telltale signs of reflux. Again, poor baby! Maya is now on Zantac 2-3 times per day, and the face she makes as I give her the syrup reminds me of that old green poison sticker with the yuck face. Blech - the stuff even smells bad. Since I’ve started pushing the syringe to the back of her tongue before giving her the syrup, she seems to not be quite as traumatized by icky medicine time.

As of 10 weeks, 5 days (12/7):
Weight: 9 pounds even (5th percentile)
Length: 23 inches (50th percentile)
Head: 14-7/8 inches (5th percentile)

Yes, my darling is long and skinny. To me, she seems like she’s putting on more weight more quickly since we started the medication - she’s getting a little belly again. Then again, she might well follow her usual pattern and stretch longer again, losing the belly. We’re visiting the doc again after 2 weeks for a weigh-in to see if her growth rate picks up any.

Really, I’m not too concerned about Maya’s size. Other than the heartburn pain, she seems to be doing really well both developmentally and in terms of health. I’m just glad to have her not hurting so much.

Changes this week:

Laughing. (I know, she’s done it before). We werer sitting on the sofa, Maya eating, when I realized she wasn’t sucking anymore. I looked down at her, and she was looking back, grinning. I asked what that was all about, and she just started to giggle. There’s no way to describe the wonder that is the first experimenting laugh of a baby. *sigh*

Growth. She’s growing out of her 0-3 month clothing! Since she’s such a shrimp in weight, I’d figured we’d stay in that size for a good long time. Nope. Her torso is so long, the tshirts with crotch snaps are beginning to pull at the neck. We don’t have to give them up just yet, but maybe by her 3-month birthday…

Testing limits. This one made me crack up. I was heading to the sofa to settle in with the boppy pillow to feed my hungry beast. I settled her on the sofa cushions so I could get ready, and immediately, out came the lower lip and the whining started. Instead of rushing and feeling guilty, I looked at her and stuck out MY lower lip and told her to get over it - she’d eat in a second. The kid laughed at me. Go figure.