One week down, five(?) to go. Micah is a rock star (most of the time). The first couple of days, we heard him say "all done" on many occasions (as in, "okay, this has been an interesting experiment, but you can give me my legs back now"). The first night at home, he slept fairly well. But it's gone down hill since then. He's not in pain. But to his credit, if I tried to roll over during the night and felt like someone had put lead weights on my hips and legs, I'd get pretty ticked off too. I might even scream out in sheer anger (Micah's modus operandi). For a few nights, those screams occurred hourly. Last night we had about five scream sessions.
I'm hoping that he gets more used to sleeping on his back as the days go on, or these are going to be some rough weeks. We bought a toddler bed and set it up in the downstairs office so that he wouldn't wake up his brothers every time he tried to move. The downside of that is that we cannot work to maintain any semblance of order in the first floor after he goes to sleep (small noises wake him up). So, if you happen to drop by and visit, you might think you've entered a war zone.
Since Micah's gross motor skills have hit a major roadblock, we've decided to engage more fine motor activities.
Mark took the boys to the indoorr park on Saturday. Micah kept asking to get out of the stroller. So Mark obliged, and this is what happened.
Way to go, Micah. You are one determined little dude!
I'm having a difficult time adding photos to this post, for some reason, so I'm going to put them in a separate post.
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