Aria just made it three inches during tummy time. She’s a rockstar.
I let her wake up in my arms and then watched for her hunger cues. As soon as I saw them, I carried her to the floor and laid out her pink and white + flowers blanket.
I put her on her tummy and challenged her to come get her food. My little rugrat started pushing. I had to take her PJs off so she could get a foothold. She started kicking out both legs and then one leg, sometimes in the air and sometimes on the ground. I watched where she was on the pink square.
She was groaning and grunting and almost, almost, crying in frustration.
But she was moving.
And I cheered.
I acted like her drill sergeant, telling her to work for her food. She just needed to keep pushing. My voice showed her where the food was – it drew her towards my bulging breasts.
When she finally bowed her head in fatigue, I quieted and looked at the blanket.
She crawled 3 inches.
I picked her up. She smiled the closer she got to my breasts. Her mouth opened wide, I drew her in, and she swallowed a deep, satisfying gulp of milk.
What a trooper!