Well, it's been a while since I last logged in, but believe me there was plenty of stuff going on.
First of all, my Baka came back from her trip to Croatia, and she barely recognized me! I had grown so much in the 3 weeks she was gone. Of course, being the proud baka that she is, she brought home a gigantic bag full of stuff for me, including clothes, toys and a small library of story books in Croatian (Hvala teta Juliji koja je izabrala knjige mom tati da nauci Hrvatski). Haha, mom and dad only got 1 shirt each! In the picture to right I am wearing my new soccer scarf, ready to cheer on like a true Torcida! Also, check out my first pair of Adidas, courtesy of Uncle Zlatko. Did you know that Adidas stands for "All Day I Dream About Soccer?"
A couple of days later I had a lovely visit from teta Katica and teta Ljubica, two of the ladies in my Balkan Posse. They've been following my progress closely and were delighted to see how much of hulk I've become! Apparently Katica's granddaughter Sofia is yet another girlfriend of mine. How many is that now? Man, I've lost count. They brought me some nice new clothes, including a really cute sleeper that will come in handy around Christmas time. Usually when people bring me clothes, it's stuff that I will end up wearing weeks or months from the time I get them. It's a good idea, actually, because that way it's guaranteed to fit me me eventually. That said, there's a certain symbolic timing to teta Katica and teta Ljubica's visit, as they were there at my baby shower back in June, and it's just now that I am getting to wear a lot of the clothes I got then.
Fast forward a few days and there was a little crisis we had to deal with. Mommy noticed that I wasn't gaining much weight, and my poop was really dark and smelly. At first we thought that it might be some intestinal bleeding caused by a food allergy I had developed, which may have included an allergic reaction to milk protein. This has been known to happen to some kids like me. Just to be safe, I was brought to the hospital for some tests, where it was revealed that everything is ok, and that the yucky poop is caused by my iron supplements and my minimal weight gain is normal. It is typical for all babies to have plateau periods in their weight gain.
And then to cap off the week we had a visit from my great uncle Pete and aunt France from British Columbia. They set the record for having traveled the furthest to see me. Well ok, they had other stuff to do here, but still, BC is pretty far! I got a cool new blanket from them that matches my room perfectly. I can't wait until I'm old enough to ski, because they live in Whistler and I am for sure going to be visiting them!
So all in all a busy week. Hope to see you sooner next time!
AOV
Hey Everyone, look how happy I am!
First of all, my Baka came back from her trip to Croatia, and she barely recognized me! I had grown so much in the 3 weeks she was gone. Of course, being the proud baka that she is, she brought home a gigantic bag full of stuff for me, including clothes, toys and a small library of story books in Croatian (Hvala teta Juliji koja je izabrala knjige mom tati da nauci Hrvatski). Haha, mom and dad only got 1 shirt each! In the picture to right I am wearing my new soccer scarf, ready to cheer on like a true Torcida! Also, check out my first pair of Adidas, courtesy of Uncle Zlatko. Did you know that Adidas stands for "All Day I Dream About Soccer?"
A couple of days later I had a lovely visit from teta Katica and teta Ljubica, two of the ladies in my Balkan Posse. They've been following my progress closely and were delighted to see how much of hulk I've become! Apparently Katica's granddaughter Sofia is yet another girlfriend of mine. How many is that now? Man, I've lost count. They brought me some nice new clothes, including a really cute sleeper that will come in handy around Christmas time. Usually when people bring me clothes, it's stuff that I will end up wearing weeks or months from the time I get them. It's a good idea, actually, because that way it's guaranteed to fit me me eventually. That said, there's a certain symbolic timing to teta Katica and teta Ljubica's visit, as they were there at my baby shower back in June, and it's just now that I am getting to wear a lot of the clothes I got then.
Fast forward a few days and there was a little crisis we had to deal with. Mommy noticed that I wasn't gaining much weight, and my poop was really dark and smelly. At first we thought that it might be some intestinal bleeding caused by a food allergy I had developed, which may have included an allergic reaction to milk protein. This has been known to happen to some kids like me. Just to be safe, I was brought to the hospital for some tests, where it was revealed that everything is ok, and that the yucky poop is caused by my iron supplements and my minimal weight gain is normal. It is typical for all babies to have plateau periods in their weight gain.
Today is a very special day because it is my Oma's birthday. My Oma has been there for me and my parents since even before the very first day. She was there when my brother passed away, holding him in her arms while she prayed for him. She was there when mommy and daddy were at the hospital day and night, making sure they had home-cooked meals and a clean house to return to. She was there when I came home. Even when she wasn't actually there, she was there.
Morning arrived and we were off to the Children's Hospital to see my occupational therapist, Rena (that's her in the photo). She hadn't seen me since I was just a lil' spud in the NICU learning how to suck on a bottle. What a shock she got! I'm totally pro at the bottle now, of course, and it looks as though my development is right on track for a 2 month old baby. I know, I know, I'm almost 6 months, but us preemies track our development milestones according to how old we would be had we stayed put in the womb. This is called Corrected Age. So long story short, I am doing very well for my corrected age. Score!
Then we had to go drop daddy off at work. Everyone there has been following the blog for months now and were always asking him when I would come in for a visit. And apparently today was the day! I say apparently because I don't recall any of it. I was so crashed out, the only evidence I have of my first visit to McGill is this photo with some of the ladies at daddy's office. Looks like I have quite the fan club! Sorry about my lack of action today--I really do appreciate all the love and support, and I send my love right back to you!
Here's a picture of me just before we went to see the lactation consultants at the hospital. Mommy used to be having trouble with producing enough milk for me, but the two of us figured it out, and production is at an all time high. I'm excited because I get to have nothing but breast milk to eat, mommy is excited because she can supply me with all my food, and daddy is excited because mommy is a D-cup.
