At our latest visit to the Consultatiebureau, Eloïse weighed in at 9210 g. Her growth has slowed a little since our last visit, but that’s quite normal at this stage.
She now has more teeth breaking through, three or four of them on the upper jaw, but I can’t yet be sure of the number. They’re just starting to breach the surface of her gum.
She’s still not truly crawling, but is getting closer to doing so with each passing day. However, that’s not to say that she is immobile; she can drag herself around somewhat, but the rhythm of the true crawl still eludes her for the moment.
On the food front, she’s still being breastfed, of course, but in addition to that, she enjoys apple sauce, pureed carrot and mushed up prunes. She’s also very fond of beetroot, which turns her shit an alarming shade of burgundy. It pays to remember when she has recently eaten this particular root vegetable, lest you be beset by a moment of panic when removing a poopy nappy and discovering what momentarily resembles a haemorrhage.
Bedtime is almost invariably preceded by the reading of a couple of stories. Allemaal In De File and Nieuwsgierige Lotje are her current favourites; or perhaps they’re mine; I’m not sure.
This evening ended up being a late bedtime for her. Whilst she was playing on the floor just after having had Ik Wil De Maan and Over Een Kleine Mol Die Wil Weten Wie Er Op Zijn Kop Gepoept Heeft read to her, I noticed some blood on her index finger.
Blood always looks more serious than the actual cut that produces it, of course, so I wasn’t too worried, even though seeing my daughter’s blood for the first time definitely made me uncomfortable. Unfortunately, the placement of the cut made her want to pick at it with her thumb, so we had a devilish time getting it to stop bleeding. A sticky plaster was made short work of by her, so we had to resort to playing in the bath to distract her. That mostly stemmed the ooze, but Sarah had to eventually put her to bed in the hope that she would fall asleep quickly and thus not be tempted to play with it any more.
We just can’t figure out what caused the cut. My best guess is that she tugged on a page in her book and gave herself a paper cut. The cut is straight enough that this explanation seems plausible. There’s simply nothing else on the floor where she was playing. I was right there with her, too; I barely took my eyes off her the entire time.
Anyway, she wasn’t bothered about it at all, and just seemed rather frustrated and annoyed that these two big oafs were running around after her and delaying her being put to bed.