On Monday she learned how to bang a drum with the music therapist and worked her pincer grasp with the occupational therapist. She had another session yesterday with physio and OT and it's amazing to see how strong she is getting. She's not normal nine-month old baby strong, but she is getting there. She sat up for a good 30 minutes today with minimal to no assistance. Everyone on the ward is talking about her. And we've learned that she's definitely not in to rolling. I think that ship has sailed. She will have to figure out another way to locomote. Her legs and arms are very weak still, so crawling and walking will be challenging, but not impossible. She has become very vocal over the past week - probably because daddy is here and she is trying to mimic his mile-a-minute speech pattern! Sometimes she babbles away and it sounds like words. Everyone in the room will stop and look at each other like, "what did she just say?" Eating solids are still a challenge. She seems to be okay with oatmeal, but most everything else I have tried her with has come back up. Yuck.
We are in this grace period between chemo and when her blood counts drop and we are enjoying every second of it. Lord, this child loves her daddy! It's really sweet to see them together. Kris and I have felt like ships passing in the night for the past little while, so it is nice to be able to spend time together as a family, even if we are confined to the ward. It's been an incredible week with our little angel.
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