I'm not sure whether it's better to read too much or read too little about pregnancy/birth/parenting. On the one hand, I suppose you can be forewarned as to what's in store for you. On the other, you can read so many conflicting opinions that you just wind up tying yourself into knots.
Hubs is definitely a reader. It doesn't help very much when he researches a topic exhaustively, then solemnly tells me "Don't look it up, it'll just make you feel worse". Jeeeeez. There's the one way I'm guaranteed to go and read something. Hmmmm. Now I'm wondering if he's a master of reverse psychology...
So we read up on attachment parenting. The basic gist is that you don't leave your baby to cry, and you keep them reasonably close. And the reasoning behind it all is that if your baby is secure in the knowledge that mum and dad are always there to deal with hunger/dirty nappy/general ennui, then they will become Securely Attached, and hence less likely to become anxious when you're not around.
Well, since returning from our overseas sojourn (the Frog's first plane trip, in which he behaved himself admirably!), we have worked out that the Frog hasn't been following up on his part of the bargain.
Every time we put him down and walk just two paces away, he immediately starts up a distressed bellowing that rattles the window panes. Don't get me wrong, I like to think that the little guy likes my company, but it is exhausting when he does nothing but cry and grizzle when you want to make a cup of tea, go to the loo, do some basic house tidy, etc, etc. And the problem with the ongoing crying, is that I get very wound up about it. Not to the point of snapping and drop-kicking the little blighter along the hall, but I to tend to grizzle loudly along with him "Waaa! Waaa!! Yes, let's all ROAR together, SHALL WE?!" Yesterday I got completely fed up, and just socked him in his pack with the idea of going out for a walk - which would hopefully have the double whammy of me burning off some of my frustration with exercise, and him getting some sleep. Of course, as soon as I'd buckled him in, he dropped off into a deep sleep. I managed to winkle him out of the pack and into his cot without him waking up, and actually got some work done. Bing! Score 1 for mum!
BUT - it's not all dire news. Other Frog updates since last post:
Babbling. Definitely happening now - probably started in earnest a couple of days after Christmas. He makes 'b' sounds and 'd' sounds mostly: "bababa" and "dadada". I've also heard 'w', and 'g', plus he still makes his crazy uvular trill (or gargles) - though that's mostly when lying on his back, so I reckon it's partially due to the tongue dropping back in his mouth a little.
LURVES to stand. Try to stick him down on the floor to sit, and he locks his legs at the knees and thrusts his hips forward like Elvis. No way is he gonna sit! He can also bend and straighten his knees while being held in a standing position, which is reasonably new, and shows that he can actually take the weight on his legs, rather than just locking out all his joints. Still absolutely no ability to get himself to sit/stand on his own steam, though he's now happily rolling front to back, and back to front at will.
Once on his front, he can now push himself up fairly strongly so his arms are straight. This tends to have the effect of inching him backwards, and this maneuver, along with his rolling means that he's getting more mobile, even if he's not really locomoting in any meaningful way. I DO need to keep an eye on him though - at one point he managed to wedge himself between the sofa, and one of the arches of his jungle gym, so that his neck was pressing against the arch. I don't think it was very serious - but he was making little grunting noises, and when I looked down, his face was a rather disturbing darkish colour, so I hauled him upright quick-smart, and moved things around so it couldn't happen again.
The Frog's personality is also gradually emerging. I think I'm going to peg him as a bit of a thrill seeker. He likes being startled, and laughs uproariously at any and all 'boo' games - the louder and more sudden, the better as far as he's concerned. Time to start looking for one of those spring-loaded snakes in a can, I suppose...