One great thing that's happened over the last few months is that LG has finally got into walking. It started slowly when he realised he could use his pushcart to get around. He grew more and more confident with that, then started shuttling a few steps at a time - sofa to Mummy, Mummy to sofa. Footstool to sofa, to Mummy.
Then suddenly, a few days ago, he was off. There he was, wheeling his cart around the front room while I tidied up. After a few minutes I realised the cart wasn't rattling around any more and I figured he'd fallen over. I looked round and he was gone - he'd headed into the hallway.
You can imagine my combined joy and panic.
For months we'd been worried about whether he'd do it. He still doesn't crawl and has no interest in it. He even had an appointment with the paediatrician a couple of weeks before to make sure there was nothing physically wrong.
But now, finally it's happened.
This means that, for the first time his appetite has finally started to grow because of his increased activity. I mean, don't get out the tickertape yet - we're talking a few extra bites and not quite so much spoon phobia. Nothing spectacular but enough to give me hope for the future.
It's had an interesting effect on his vomiting too. That random Exorcist style sickness where the whole contents of his stomach come up for no reason - that doesn't happen so much any more. Instead he's only really sick at mealtimes - when he bites off more than he can chew - and at night time when he's lying down.
When he was first born the doctor predicted this. He said that once LG became more mobile the reflux would subside. Unfortunately this improvement has come too late. He still coughs so violently at night that blood comes out. A scope this week revealed that he has chronic inflammation in the lower part of his oesophagus. Despite months of denial and hoping that it wouldn't come to this, we're heading for a fundoplication.
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