When the kiddos were still in the womb, Alexis was infamous for being a squirmer. When I was hospitalized, all the nurses knew how difficult "baby B" was to monitor. They were supposed to get her heart rate on the monitor for 20 minutes, 3 times a day. Theoretically it should only take 20 minutes… but because of Alexis, it took on average 2.5 hours, at which point they basically gave up and were happy with the 4 minutes they got. "We know she's doing okay because she keeps kicking the monitor so hard!" was a common expression. One nurse, who has been at Stanford for 39 years, said that she was one of the most difficult (squirmy) babies she had ever tried to get on the monitor.
So it came as no surprise that when they were born, Alexis was squirming and flailing all over the place. But I mean really, she weighs two pounds… how much trouble can she really get into? She can't even roll over…
She may not be able to roll over, but my oh my can she squirm. Most of the time I come to see Alexis this is how I find her:
Does that look comfortable? I don't think so. The first time I saw her like this I was upset with the nurse - what kind of nurse would position her like that?? The nurse swore that's not how she had left her a minute ago. She repositioned her, and a few minutes later (after I was distracted watching her sister), I came back to find her in the same position. I've now had a chance to witness the squiggling. She's basically a snake, slowly slithering down to the bottom of the bed.
This morning, I found her like this:
I literally don't even understand how her foot got there. What the heck Alexis? Calm down. Stop moving so you can GROW, child! You are burning calories with all that squirming!
