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Getting to know and really connect with an infant is a real joy. I feel like I've got a good handle on most of her cues. But she is baffling me with her gang signs. She throws those out and I'm lost. If anybody recognizes anything, do tell. She's too quick for me to photograph the better ones, but here are a couple.

I know what you're thinking: a white baby from Montana could know one, maybe two gang signs at the most. Mmm hmm. This face'll tell you otherwise.

nice stories, nice sentence, sad story, nice pictures

Gosh. It's 1:45 in the morning. I gotta get outta here! Here being the computer. I've been sick for a couple of days with an achy body / stuffiness thing, and it feels so good to feel good again that I'm in manic mode. That's a good recipe for staying sick though, I suppose. It has actually been really pleasant to lay low. I've had some extra sweet times with Zoralee, who has avoided sickness somehow. She has nursed more frequently, which I read is good because of the continual delivery of antibodies to her system. (Thanks to my own mama for taking Z a little each day so that I could rest or run to the store!)

Here's a catch up on our week.

NICE STORY 1:

Saturday, Valentine's Day, was such a pleasant day of making at our house. And no, not making what you think. Jason made a closet for Mom and later made supper for us all, Mom made supper to take to a family with a new baby, I started to make laundry detergent by shredding the Fels-Naptha soap, and Dad made a sermon. Zoralee made messy diapers, though that'll become less frequent now that I picked up at the library a copy of "The Diaper Free Baby," which I am digging! (The library that doesn't open until noon. Small towns.)

Here's Zoralee with her Valentines from the grandparents and great-grandparents.

NICE STORY 2:

My mommy ears are officially tuned in. The other night I heard a distressed chirp chirp chirp from two rooms away and ran in to discover a chick that had somehow jumped from the safety of the brooder and was standing confused on the carpet. Yes, I went back to bed with a spring in my step. The chicks are still little chicks but their growth is noticable every day and they're ready for the chicken house. They make dust and a little stink; I think their noise is pleasant. It's Jason's goal to get them in tomorrow. He got the electric done today.

NICE SENTENCE:

Zoralee slept for seven hours straight one night this week, and on other nights she slept five and six hours.

SAD STORY:

Zoralee cried her first real tears on Monday. (other than some when her frenulum was cut, but I didn't see those. Jason did. Not sure which date to put in the baby book. Shoot.) Anyway, on Monday she spent a happy happy morning in her chair, listening to John Denver and watching me make millet muffins and Papa make bacon, eggs, and coffee. She got the most excited and kicky over the song, "Thank God I'm a Country Boy," which was a hoot. We were feeling, as John sings, so high, that Jason danced and sang his way toward Zoralee just a little too quickly. She looked up at him and broke into a high-pitched cry of startlement and also tears. They were so tiny of tears! I noticed a glossy sheen over Jason's eyes, and of course I started out-and-out crying.

belly time moments

frenulum: it's not a naughty word

I haven't blogged about my daughter's frenulum before (let's face it: who has?), because it seemed kind of personal, something she could blog about someday if she so chose. But now that her frenulum has been clipped, it doesn't seem like a big deal anymore. If you don't know what a frenulum is, like the receptionist at one of the ear, nose, and throat doctor's offices I called, you're mighty curious by now, I bet. Anyway, I'm writing this story in case somebody can find our experience useful.

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Our Friday the 13th involved blood, gore, scissors...and Zoralee. Scary, isn't it? Zoralee was born with a very short frenulum, the membrane under the tongue, something we noticed fairly soon. Hers went out nearly to the end of her tongue, so she couldn't stick out her tongue very far. An uncle of mine had it, and they simply clipped it in the hospital when he was born. Jason and I debated whether or not to have Z's clipped. Frenulum-clipping is a very old procedure; long ago, midwives would simply clip it with their fingernails if they noticed at birth that it was short. Z's frenulum wasn't affecting nursing, so our pediatrician and midwife weren't concerned. But we read and heard enough horror stories of parents whose kids had speech impediments later as a result of it, and we knew it to be a very quick procedure, that we decided to go for it.

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Enter a frustrating round of phone calls to pediatricians, hospitals, doctors, dentists, and facial surgeons around here. Come to find out, it is no longer stylish in the medical field to cut frenulums; they don't even train doctors for it. This is partially because they used to cut frenulums more often than was necessary, and the procedure got to have doctors-taking-advantage-of-ordinary-folks connotations. I can see why. GET THIS: a dentist would do it, using a laser, for around $200, and an ear, nose, and throat doctor would gladly do it for just under $600 (because he would knock Zoralee out with anaesthesia).

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I knew that this procedure was literally 3 seconds long and would likely produce one single drop of blood. How frustrating to envision spending a minimum of $200 for it! If I had known how far back to cut, I most certainly would've done it myself. We got a break though. A receptionist at a dentist's office gave me their price quote in her normal receptionist voice, then did a Jekyll and Hyde maneuver and said under her breath, "Listen, my daughter had this done 15 years ago by a great doctor in Kalispell named Dr. Wilder, who didn't charge anything. Go see him."

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So we did, on Friday the 13th. Dr. Wilder is a very friendly older doctor who didn't charge a cent either for the consultation or for the clipping, saying he never wanted to be accused of funding his retirement with such a simple procedure. It took 3 seconds. Granted, they were long seconds for me, as I held Zoralee's arms down. She cried, yes, and bled a little more than typical, and my eyes watered for her, but she was over it before we left the office. We appreciated Dr. Wilder's candor and his honest concern for Zoralee. He said hers was a borderline case that we could've gone either way on.

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So there we had it - a good lesson in parenting, where you make a choice and have no real idea if it was necessary, if it did more harm than good or more good than harm or neither, and if you saved your kid from future heartache or not. As Dr. Wilder said, parenting is one big journey of feeling guilty for things you didn't know you were supposed to do and taking credit for things you probably had less to do with than you think.

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(The picture above was actually taken before the procedure, but it's so appropriate for this post.)

kittens inspired by kittens

Well, this has got to be one of the better Youtube videos I've seen in awhile.

Zoralee's Conversation

Here is a little over two minutes of really important conversation.