Sunday, April 30, 2006

Charlotte is in Belgium

And I'm not.
(This part written Saturday afternoon.)
I wasn’t allowed to get on the plane. Turns out that Belgium has a law requiring that a US passport be valid for 6 months after one’s return from Belgium. My passport expires in June, so American Airlines couldn’t let me on the plane. I have to go downtown on Monday (May 1 during the Immigration Protest hoo ha) and get an emergency passport renewal. Then, I leave at 4:30 pm on Monday afternoon.

Philippe and Charlotte are off on their first big father-daughter adventure. He’s overloaded with way too many carry-ons b/c of her medical stuff and his computer, but seems to be doing okay. He’s got Charlotte in the Baby Bjorn, the car seat for the flight. I’ll bring the stroller. She slept all the way to Newark. His biggest problem so far is how to go to the bathroom w/baby strapped on to him and no where to put her. Finger’s crossed that this will remain his biggest issue. She’s still got "diaper doozies," either from the new food or from the antibiotic, so he could have some messy times. I hope not.

Sunday's update:
Charlotte slept most of the way to Belgium. Philippe lives a charmed life! She was greeted by her grandmother, her Aunt Mich and Uncle Pol. I'm so sorry that I wasn't able to see their faces when the met our vivacious little Charlotte for the very first time. Her Nenen (did I spell that right?) had lots of toys, baby food and a playpen all ready for her.

From my several conversations with Philippe today, I've learned that she's only vomited once. That's impressive given that travel usually exacerbates the reflux. She's not really eating. She's enjoying her Tante Mich's bracelets, babbling to her grandmother, and posing for pictures. She took two decent naps and went down at around 8 pm GMT. At 11:30 pm (in Belgium), Philippe was pretty sure she was out for the night. Finger's crossed.

Thanks to Tonton Pol I can share some photos of Charlotte's first day in Leuven. Enjoy!

That’s it. I’m home alone until Monday. I'm quite nervous about getting downtown and back and to the airport with the immigration rally going on.

It’s eerily quiet here.

Friday, April 28, 2006

Quick Update

This has been a rather hectic week for us, so I'll keep this as brief as I can:

Occupational Therapy evaluation: We had our quarterly OT eval this week. Charlotte is still testing at her birth age (not adjusted for prematurity) so she still doesn't need OT. We'll continue to evaluate each quarter just to be sure.

Helmet: Charlotte is officially a STARband graduate! She no longer fits in her helmet (her noggin is 45 cm, in the 50th percentile) and is, therefore, done with the "evil beret." Any ideas what I should do with it??

Cardiology: Charlotte saw Dr. Young today. Once again baby cried crazily during her echo so they couldn't get a great read. Since all her other vitals seem to be steady, we're scheduling a sedated echo and lung perfusion study for the end of July, to be followed by a clinic visit in August. No changes in medications.

Ear infections: We saw the pediatrician on Monday and the ear infections seem to be cleared up. We finished antibiotics today.

Eating: Basically, she's not eating. Vomit volume is down, but frequency holds steady. We're 100% transitioned to Pediasure (which insurance covers!). I'll leave it at that.

Charlotte now weighs more than 18 pounds and is nearly 31" long.

Did I mention that Charlotte is pulling up to standing on her own? She thinks it's the neatest trick ever and does it whenever she can.

Well, we're off to Belgium tomorrow so that Charlotte can meet her grandmother, aunt and the rest of her family.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

Perhaps I Spoke Too Soon

This is the face of a kid enjoying peach yogurt. Yeah, you read that correctly.

Charlotte continues to render me speechless. And if you know me, that's hard to do. (Sorry, Hal and Sue, had to make the joke before you did!)

She didn't eat well for breakfast and lunch. Took nothing in the morning, a few spoonfuls of food and about an ounce of formula at lunch. I ended up skipping her mid-afternoon feed because I couldn't get to the tube without waking her (I tried three times). And since she'd scuttled her morning nap, I wanted her to sleep.

Well...I don't know what she dreamt about, but when she woke up, she ate about 1 ounce, maybe more, of yogurt and a third of a bottle of corn-chicken-squash puree. To her friend Will she says, "Thanks for the inspiration, buddy!"

"I did it. I stood up all by myself."

dictated by
Charlotte, translated by Mom (Originally, "Da Da pfffffttttttttt da da

Friday, April 21, 2006

More Milestones

Guess what Charlotte was doing when I got her from her morning nap today? Sorry not to have a picture. It did not occur to me to take a camera to get her up.

She was standing up! Yep, standing up in her crib, banging on the edge, grinning from ear to ear. And, yes, I spent 40 minutes this afternoon lowering the crib mattress. Charlotte tried to help and played with her toys in her room.

On the ear and tummy front: She's still sipping from a cup. She prefers to drink water rather than formula. And she much prefers to drink from my glass. Today she ate about 3 tablespoons of solid food at lunch. That was huge--she'd been on "strike" from solid food for a few weeks. She's still fairly congested and the puke-o-meter is at 3 today. But she's feeling better.

We visited our friend and neighbor Meg today. Charlotte's Fairy godmother Colleen was there with her 3 beautiful girls who were playing with Meg's daughter. Meg's little guy is 6 months old. It was quite something for me to see a 6 month old down a 4 ounce bottle of food and a bowl of cereal in 20 minutes. Something to look forward to. I guess I've come a long way--3 months ago I would have left the house, sat on the curb and cried my eyes out. Thanks to Meg and Colleen for understanding how hard this all is and for making Charlotte and me feel pretty normal. And thanks to Will for letting Charlotte play with his toys.

Pictures soon, I hope.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Wonder of Wonders & Ups 'n Downs

Wonder of Wonders: Yesterday, Charlotte and I took a long walk. We ended up at Bobtail, a local coffee & ice cream shop. I succumbed to the root beer float and got a cup of water. Charlotte stared at the cup of water as if it were going to turn into a pretty bird. So, for giggles as Phil would say, I offered her a sip. And, she sipped. Yes, you read that correctly. Charlotte gleefully took about 10 sips of water from an open cup, getting soaked in the process. She's sipped water from a cup, and formula, at every meal since then.
Today in physical therapy she actively pulled herself up to standing dozens of times. She's really growing up.

Ups 'n Downs: As far as Charlotte's ear infections go: Yesterday was up. she napped beautifully and slept well through the night. She ate about one ounce at every meal, but we expect that she won't eat when a) she's congested and b) her little ears hurt. Today was down. She refused to take a nap this morning, whining and whimpering for some time. Finally, she slept from 11:30 am to 1:30 pm and never took an afternoon nap. She did finally eat something at dinner, just over 2 ounces. She fell asleep tonight around 6:30 pm but has just started fussing. I'm hoping she didn't think she was going down for a nap. Fingers crossed.

So, we're waiting for the ears to clear up to see if any of the changes we've made since CHOW will make a difference.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Another First

...double ear infections.

Last night was a mini-repeat of Sunday. Except, she eventually calmed herself and went to sleep. I didn't realize until later that she had vomited and squirmed to the clean end of the crib. I changed her. She was so tired that she barely woke up.

Today, she was miserable on and off all day. We had to stop her OT evaluation midway because she cried and vomited hugely, then fell asleep in my lap. She attempted 3 naps, but slept less than 45 minutes each time. She woke up whimpering and crying. Poor little thing was so pathetic.

So, off we went to her 4 p.m. pediatrician appointment. She, of course, fell sound asleep in the stroller. The doctor took a hard-fought look in Charlotte's ear and found double ear infections, pretty bad. It's time for Charlotte's first Amoxicillin. We're also going to keep her on Motrin steadily for several days to help with her pain.

We also talked about Charlotte's chronic congestion. Basically, congestion can exacerbate reflux and vice versa. Typically, our pediatric practice likes to avoid over-the-counter decongestants for the under-2 set because, according to the research and the docs' experience, the drugs don't work for this age group. But, we have to do something. Especially when she's teething or has a cold, it's really awful.

Then answer: Zyrtec. We picked up a one month supply. But, the pharmacist reminded me that our insurance doesn't cover it. (I have to deal with this for myself because it's the only allergy medicine I tolerate.) So, when we follow up next week we'll get another option.

Anyway, the little kid has had her Motrin, Zyrtec and Amoxicillin and she's upstairs sleeping. Finally. She's snoring a bit. Whimpering every now and then. But, if she makes it past 9 p.m. I think we'll be good for the night. I hope I'm not jinxing it.

Monday, April 17, 2006

There's a First Time for Everything

We had an adventure last night. One we hope not to repeat too often. And, frankly, one we're lucky and grateful to have not had previously.

Charlotte was congested, but sleeping soundly when I gave her medications and hooked up her night feed at 8:20 p.m. or so. Unfortunately, she woke up around 9 p.m. crying and screaming. She was inconsolable and after about 20 minutes or so had reflux/vomiting. Typically, Charlotte consoles easily after an episode like this and goes back to sleep fairly quickly. Last night, she was inconsolable for what seemed like hours. She had a low grade fever, too.

After what seemed like the longest 45 minutes ever (nearly 1.5 hours total of screaming--hers not ours) we called the pediatrician. She sent us to the ERA at 11 pooh to make sure there was no lung involvement. Charlotte was, of course, calm in the car.

The trace nurse was waiting for us. Charlotte started crying again the minute the nurse came close with a stethoscope. Again, she wouldn't stop. She vomited again in the waiting room, though she had nothing left in her tummy. Once we were in an exam room, Charlotte was examined by a nurse, a resident and an attending physician. The doctors were Dr. Rosenbaum and Dr. Horowitz. It was Easter after all.

By 1 a.m., she was smiling through very tired eyes and struggling to stay awake.

Her lungs were clean according to x-ray. They gave her Motrin for her fever, told us to follow up with her pediatrician and sent us home. We all got to bed around 2 a.m.

Charlotte woke up around 5:30 a.m., ate a little bit, and went back to sleep until nearly 8:15 a.m.

She's got a cold and the congestion is miserable, but was better for most of today. Of course, now it's night and everyone's cold is worse at night. Right now, she's crying,whimperingg and breaking my heart. She's been at it off and on for an hour, but unlike last night doesn't sound likes she's in pain. But, little Charlotte has been the self-consoling kind since she was 3 days old so this is very, very hard.

Motrin is taking forever to bring her fever (which spike a bit again just a bit ago) down.

We'll follow up with her pediatrician tomorrow.

Just wanted to keep you up to date.

Friday, April 14, 2006

CHOW Visit

Yesterday was the big day--the consultation with the Feeding Team at the GI Clinic at Children's Hospital of Wisconsin (CHOW).

We left the house a little later than anticipated and hit more traffic than expect, so we very nearly missed the appointment. The clinic allows you to be no more than 20 minutes late. When I called from the road to let them know where we were, the nurse basically told me it was hopeless and suggested that we reschedule right then. I tried hard not to scream or cry. I said, I'ts 9:20, I have until 9:50 right? Okay then, let's reschedule if I walk in after that. Well, we pulled into the construction site that is CHOW and Philippe dropped us off. I grabbed Charlotte and ran through two buildings, diaper bag flapping. At precisely 9:45, we walked into the clinic and said "We're here!" Laura, Charlotte's regular feeding therapist, joined us she'd been sitting there for 20 minutes or so.

If you know me, you know I hate to be late. This was a nerve-wracking start to our day. Charlotte, however, did enjoy the jog. She giggled the whole way.

So.. they got us settled in a room equipped with a high chair and a Tripp Trapp chair (what we use at home). Philippe made it in 10 minutes later--so if we'd all parked and walked, we would've been late! We were joined by Dr. Long, a behavioral psychologist, Midge Kirby, a nutritionist, Trina Gonzalez, an RN, and Dr. Joan Arvedson, the speech pathologist who literally wrote the book on infant eating challenges and swallow studies.

We spent at least a half an hour talking about Charlotte and discussing our goals. We decided that our primary goals were to get rid of the last feed, stop thickening her formula, and eventually get rid of the tube. Our team let us know that getting rid of the tube is not a practical goal at this time, so we decided to focus at the other two goals.

Then everyone except Philippe, Dr.Arvedson and I went into another room. While I fed Charlotte, they watched from behind a one-way mirror while ourlittle munchkin pulled most of her regular tricks. She took the bottle for a while, needed a toy to keep her hands busy while she sucked, took the bottle and then spit it back out, threw her toys, and refused solid food altogether. All the while giggling.

From the first hour, the main take away was to keep it positive. They suggested that we attempt oral feeding for only 15-20 minutes. If she's not eating, we're to start the tube feed then. If she's eating, we can continue for a little while more. High chair time is not supposed to last for more than 30 minutes.

From there we (Charlotte, me, Philippe, and Laura) went down to an exam room where we met Dr. Ellen Blank, a GI doc. She asked a million more questions. Laura kept us honest and reminded us of some of the questions we wanted to ask.

Mainly, our concern is that when Charlotte vomits several hours after a feed, she's still has a significant volume to expel. We're also concerned about her chronic congestion. Of course, we're concerned about the vomiting in general, but...

Dr. Blank and the rest of the team think that one of the reasons Charlotte isn't getting hungry and can vomit so much is that we're feeding her a very fat-heavy formula. Changing the formula and the number of calories per baby kilo that we feed her daily might help increase her appetite. Dr. Blank drove home the idea that Charlotte could have the G-tube for a very long time. She counseled that since Charlotte has a heart condition which causes her to work harder and burn more calories eating than regular kids. Given her need for further surgeries and the potential feeding setbacks surgery could represent, she explained, we canĂ‚’t have getting rid of the G-tube as a goal.

From Dr. Blank, Phil and I took a lunch break and Laura headed back to Chicago to work her own clinic.

Dr. Blank sent us to Radiology for a lateral neck x-ray to rule out adenoid problems as a cause for congestion. Charlotte did not like this at all--she was on her back on a table, with her head strapped into some cushions. Poor baby was hungry (we had to make her wait for the swallow study) and tired and she just lost it. Philippe and I were cringing the whole time. As usual, the only way I could deal with it was to take a picture.

Then we met again with Dr.Arvedson, this time to have Charlotte do a video swallow study. If you recall, we had a bad study back in February: Charlotte was overtired and screaming and she aspirated. Dr. Arvedson stated immediately that she didn't think the last swallow study was valid. That made me feel really good, because that's what I thought, too.

Once again, Charlotte cooperated pretty well. We got about 2 good minutes of tape of her eating both thin and thick liquid. Dr. Arvedson declared Charlotte safe for thin liquids. She saw no more aspiration than any other person might occasionally have.

Before we left, they gave us an outline of a plan of action. We'll get dictated notes and a full plan early next week. We'll probably go back for follow up in a month or two.

So, what's the plan?

We'll transition to Pediasure starting immediately, with the hope of getting her to 100% Pediasure before we leave for Belgium (4/29). The good news is that Pediasure should be covered by insurance and available through our home health care service. Otherwise, it's slightly more expensive than the special formula she's been getting
We have stopped thickening her feeds. This allows Charlotte to get one swallow per suck, increasing her efficiency and hopefully allowing her to burn fewer calories
We're on a new feeding schedule. Rather than 2 bedtime feeds (typically at 7:30 and 10:30 p.m.), I'm trying to feed her at about 7 a.m., 10 a.m., 2 p.m., and 5 p.m. and then supplementing once while she sleeps. This is tough as she naps from 9-11 a.m. and 2-4 p.m. Today I opted to make the 2 p.m. feed a tube feed during her nap. That worked quite well, so we'll keep that up for a while. The 10 a.m. feed happened just after 11 a.m. today. We'll just feed her whenever she gets up from that nap.

Charlotte had about 30 minutes nap in the morning and the afternoon yesterday, both times in the car. Despite no naps, she was an absolute angel all day, cooperative and sweet. She's a bit sleepy today, but I'm amazed at how she just takes all this medical stuff in stride.

It was dinner time when we got home, but Charlotte needed to wiggle. So we went to the park…..

Just another fun day!

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Today's Tally

I hear so often how Team Charlotte admires our courage, grace and gratitude. And I thank you all for those comments and warm thoughts. The comments that really make me giggle, however, are when you tell me how positive I am. If you only knew....(Philippe will kindly keep his mouth shut at this moment in time).

Anyway, the following will be a bit of the stuff I don't frequently talk about, namely our day-to-day battle with reflux and feeding. Now, if you remember, when Team Charlotte got the first email back in February 2005, the problem was that Baby Sprout had a heart defect. She still does and we'll see her cardiologist next week. But the immediate daily issues are feeding and reflux.

So, what's it like? Today has been day fairly typical of a "teething day."

6:20 a.m.: I heard Charlotte gag and cough. I ran upstairs to find that she had vomited a big chunk of mucus. I'll try not to be too graphic, but imagine that it was about the size of 2 silver dollars and I could see that a) it was mucus and b) she still had some food in her tummy from her 11 pm feed.

6:30 a.m.: I give Charlotte her medications, Pepcid, Digoxin and Lasix. She hasn't taken meds by mouth since November, so I give them by tube. We get dressed and head downstairs where I get her ready for breakfast.

7:30 a.m.: Charlotte is in her high chair, sucking her thumb, indicating that she is hungry. She eats about 25 ml (not quite an ounce) and then quits. She refuses all solid food. This takes 15 minutes. I don't hook up the pump because we're enroute to the doctor for a shot and I don't want her to have too full a belly if the shot upsets her.

8:00 a.m.: We stop at Caribou where Charlotte looks longingly at my coffee (her father's daughter) but refuses her bottle with a big smile.

8:30 a.m.: Lakeview Pediatrics. For the first time, Charlotte starts screaming as the nurse wipes her leg with the alcohol before the shot. She screams for 10 minutes after the shot. I use thumb sucking to try to get the bottle in her. She takes 15 ml and quits. I hook up the pump. After about 10 minutes (we have to wait 20 minutes after the shot before we can leave), she vomits. Maybe an ounce. Requires that I use the emergency outfit in my diaper bag and bathe her, sort of, in the sink. I manage not get hit.

9:00 a.m.: Charlotte falls asleep in the stroller on the way home. I get very lucky and she makes the transfer into her crib still sleeping. She sleeps until 11:20 a.m.--a very long nap. Not surprising since she'd slept restlessly last night.

11:40 a.m.: Charlotte and I gear up and walk to Whole Foods and the Library. She's very happy in her Baby Bjorn, wearing a pink hat from Ruth and Maddie. The butcher says she looks like a tulip and everyone smiles at her. By the time we get home she's sucking her thumb hard and whining for lunch.

12:40 p.m.: Back in her high chair, Charlotte grabs an arrowroot cookie and starts munching, usually a good sign. She eventually eats about 1.5 ounces of formula, in spurts with 5-8 minutes of rest in between. She flings her food, refuses solid food, and indicates she's done. We hook up the pump. After a little while, we move, pump and all, to the living room floor to play. Charlotte is really happy and giggly.

1:30 p.m.: Charlotte and I are in the armchair. She's standing on my legs, looking over my shoulder out the window, playing with my hair, and playing with Esther. Yes, Esther is letting Charlotte pet her! We play "lift the baby over mommy's head." Baby gags. Mommy moves fast. Get baby to wood floor just in time for a major vomit, probably 2-3 ounces. Comes out her nose. Really upsets her. And, she's ready for a nap.

2:00 -2:40 p.m.: Ready for a nap, but won't sleep. Charlotte fusses and finally sleeps around 3.

3:15- 4:00 p.m.: I try to nap. Dream that I hear the baby crying. Maybe I really did. Who knows.

4:15 p.m.: Charlotte gets up from her nap. We were going to go to the park, but I want to get dinner and a bath before bedtime, so we nix that.

5:00 p.m.: Back in the high chair. Over 30 minutes, Charlotte takes almost 3 ounces of formula, 1.5 teaspoons of solid food (peas, carrots mixes with couscous and chicken), 3 or 4 cheese puffs and half of an arrowroot cookie. Keep in mind she's 11 months old. Most kids her age eat about .25 cups of solid food at a sitting.

5:30 p.m.: With the pump going, we play in the living room. I realize we haven't done physical therapy all day, but can't do it with pump going. I put on the Sesame Street DVD we got at the library. She loves it and sits in my lap or dances to about 3 songs.

5:45 p.m.: Bathtime!

6:15 p.m.: Bedtime.

7:45 p.m.: Charlotte has been sleeping a bit fitfully, groaning, turning. I go upstairs to find that she's turned 180 degrees in her crib. I flip her and plug in the pump.

8:30 p.m.: She's ootzing again so I go to check. The med port of her tube has opened. This means that some portion of her feed is dripping into the bed rather than going into her. Poor thing has had her sleep interrupted because of a tube malfunction. I think it happened when she rolled over. Usually, it's a mommy or daddy error when this happens and we feel soooooooooo guilty. So, I have to wake the baby, change her, change her bed. This pretty much guarantees me a bedtime vomit. I take my time, hoping that she'll give it to me before I put her back in bed.

8:45 p.m.: I start writing this entry. I can hear Charlotte sucking her thumb, rolling around. And I'm just wondering "When?"

9:05 p.m.: Charlotte gags, coughs. I'm up the stairs in a flash to find her screaming hysterically, face and neck and hands covered in vomit. I'm relieved that I put an extra towel on the crib because I hate changing the crib twice in one night. I do change Charlotte. I try to suction her nose because she's very congested. Nothing comes out.

9:20 p.m.: Get Charlotte back in bed. Fingers crossed.

So, it is now 9:40 p.m. She's still ootzing. I've sprinted up the stairs for one gag to find her thumb in mouth, sleeping. She's asleep but still groaning and grunting. I'm just waiting and trying to decide whether I should skip her last feed, shorting her about 5 ounces for the day.

All this with Philippe in NY for business. When he's here, we can get baby and bed changed in half the time with less disruption to her. And all this on about 2.5 hours sleep and a fitful nap.

The tally: 4 vomits and 2 emergency bedtime changes.
My little happiest baby in the world has to suffer so much. Sometimes I feel so guilty about that.

Reflux sucks.

Well, I tried to give you photo to reward you reading all the way down here, but Blogger is being finicky. Tomorrow....

A Very Good Number

Check it out: Charlotte is playing with a farmhouse toy that belongs to my 10 and 14 year old nieces! Hal & Sue's house is all decked out for the kid. I swear, they have more baby toys that we do.

Charlotte had her 2nd to last Synagis shot (prophylactic against RSV) of the flu season today. Each time she gets a shot, they weigh her so they can get the dose just right.

Charlotte's official weight at 11 months and 2 days is ---drumroll please---18 lbs. 1 oz.!!!
Why is this a good number? Well, first of all she's gained 1 lb. 5 oz. since being weighed on March 11. Second, in Hebrew the characters that make up the number 18 are also the characters that make the word "life." (I've tried to find an image to upload, but have not been successful.) Seems to me that "life" + 1 oz. at just about 1 year is pretty good for our little munchkin. When we raise a toast, we typically say "L'Chaim" or "To Life." Yes, now you can all sing along with the tune from Fiddler on the Roof.

And, for the record, tooth #5 is peeking out of the top gums. Unfortunately for me, that means no eating and lots of vomiting, much congestion and mucus and lots of retching. We've cleaned up twice today, changing clothes at the doctor's office, and it's only 10 a.m. Fingers crossed that she'll take a long nap so I can get some stuff done before the next explosion.

With my lovely niece Taylor

My sister Laurie reading to Charlotte.
Maybe someone in NJ will finally show Laurie the blog. Maybe seeing her niece's picture and reading her story will convince Laurie to learn how to use the computer. Seriously. Even Gomez would have given in by now.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Today's Adventure

Today Charlotte rode in the cart at Target and the grocery store for the first time. She sits up fine on the floor so I figured I'd try it. It was fun to be able to look at her and chat with her. I showed her two bathing suits and asked her which one she liked better. She grabbed the purple and brown one and giggled, so we bought that one.

On the feeding front: She is still on strike with solid food. She discovered puffy Cheetos at Hal's house and she'll eat a couple of those or some veggie sticks, but only a bite or two, if that, of anything else. She's taking the bottle for a bit if she doesn't have reflux. Today she ate about 115 ml as we walked around, most of it at the Gap. Later she ate two ounces at Target. April 13, our appointment at CHOW, can't come soon enough.

Our Little Traveler

Charlotte took her first plane ride on Friday! She traveled on Continental (with us, of course) from Chicago-Midway to Newark. I was pretty stressed about traveling with her. My stomach hurt most of the morning and I was sure we'd forget something important.

Ultimately, as always, Charlotte was a dreamboat. We had to move her into the car about 10 minutes after she fell asleep for her nap. She never fell back to sleep and so missed her morning nap. At the airport she smiled and giggled and played. And ate several ounces of food.

We decided to feed only what she would take by mouth and not pump, hoping not to exacerbate any reflux.

Philippe wrangled the car seat into the window seat and I settled in next to Charlotte. I had to entertain her for a while, but she ate a little more, sucked her thumb and finally fell asleep. So did I.

My brother met us at the airport and we headed to his house. Charlotte spent the rest of the day playing with her cousins and being doted over (life's rough, kid). She refused to eat any dinner so we pumped a whole feed.

At bedtime, Charlotte thought the pack-and-play was her playpen (b/c we use it as such at home. big mistake). She wouldn't sleep. She screamed and cried for about 45 minutes. We stopped checking after a while because we figured that she just didn't want to sleep. Nope. We finally went back up to find that the poor thing had vomited and it was all over her face, stinging her eyes and making her skin all red. So, emergency bath, long cuddling by Daddy and FINALLY she went to sleep.

Saturday morning she napped like normal, about 2 hours. But, she still refused to eat and had a major reflux-vomit episode after lunch. I managed to recognize the cry, grab her from Brandi and get her to the kitchen sink just in time. Philippe, Hal and Taylor were with her in the afternoon (Sue, Brandi and I went to the mall. Yippee!! Tax-free clothing shopping.) They said she never napped at all.

Saturday night she also got to play with my sister and our niece Jamie. She really charmed the whole family and seemed to thrill at being with all of the big girls. Sunday morning little Charlotte was crawling. Really crawling. A little bit at a time and then "splat" because she's not doing great weight-bearing on her right side. But, she's crawling!!

Our flight home wasn't as smooth--Charlotte took a good morning nap but never got her afternoon nap. She also never got crabby. Go figure. But, she had a major episode of reflux as we took off. Philippe sat with her and spent an hour softly rubbing her chest and calming her. Miraculously, she never vomited. When we switched places, she played and giggle with me the rest of the ride home. I got the easy shift.

So...we were worried about her getting back on her schedule, but we should never underestimate our cutie. She was back on track immediately yesterday, including eating about as she did last week. She's currently on strike form solid food, but taking a few ounces at time from the bottle.

(With cousins Brandi, Jamie and Taylor)

Many, many thanks to Hal and Sue for their hospitality, to Laurie for driving alone on a highway (first time ever) to see us and to our lovely nieces Jamie, Taylor and Brandi for playing with our kiddo. And, to Mom for lending us her car and being not so bent out of shape that we visited while she was in China.