Tonight, before my sister Andria and I left the room to fix dinner, we set Addison up on her boppy throne with the TV making noise up on the wall behind her. She usually is just very content entertaining herself.Tonight, however, she wanted to be entertained by whatever that noise was that she heard behind her. She pushed her little self up with her very strong legs until her head was hanging off the end of the boppy (pictured above) and she was watching TV upside down. We don't let her watch TV, so this was short lived. But, I found it impressive that she worked herself into this position. Especially considering the fact that she has a healing, rather new incision on her side that includes healing muscles that were cut through. It leads me to think that perhaps it did hurt her, but she didn't allow pain to stand in the way of something she was determined to get....I think we have a stubborn one on our hands....(-:
You know, maybe I am just naive or maybe just blinded by the glasses of new motherhood and each one thinking that her child is a prodigy and a genius, but I just don't see "slowness" in my daughter. I am told that because of my daughter's extra chromosome, she will be slower, but she has exhibited to me a beautiful, unique personality, full of curiosity and brightness. Yes, she has struggled with some physical things related to this extra chromosome, but mentally, I feel that Addison is quite smart. I know that however this plays out in her development, she will have areas that she excels in and areas that she will have to work harder in- just like any other child. Sometimes I just sit and stare and try to "see" the Down Syndrome in her, and I can't. All I see is this beautiful baby girl who smiles at me because she knows that I am her Mommy, repositions her body so that she can watch TV when she knows she isn't supposed to, pulls out her nasal cannula off her face when she has just had enough, reaches out and puts one hand on Mommy and one hand on Daddy when she joins us in bed some early mornings, grabs onto her sleeves when I start to change her clothes as if to stop me from undressing her, gulps down her bottles with both chubby hands on top of it so that I won't pull it away until she is ready, has heart surgery and rallies just days later- enduring a 4 hour car ride home in her car seat while all stitched up down her side......this list could go on and on. She is amazing, smart, beautiful, and she is my daughter. I don't believe in stereotyping.