Without any fanfare, Trixie turned six months this past Saturday. Of course there was supposed to be fanfare, but Trixie’s newfound ability to crawl and subsequent fussiness coupled with another relentless week on call at the hospital conspired against us posting any significant stories to the site.
I didn’t really appreciate the immobile Trixie. I was anxious for her to start moving. I had visions that once she could move around she would be more independent, maybe feed herself, figure out how to head to the bathroom when necessary. Maybe even do a little swiffering. These have all proven false. She’s much more helpless now than before because she has absolutely no spatial judgement.
For example, I thought I would create an effective barrier to the kitchen by blocking off the walkway with a set of plastic file boxes. Due to the overhanging lids, there was a 2 inch gap between the boxes. Not a problem for Trixie. Best I can figure, the way her brain works is that if she can see where she wants to go (even if it’s through a tiny gap), she figures she can go ahead and crawl in that direction. Smack. Scream.
I then turned the boxes end to end to eliminate the gap through which Trixie repeatedly tries to crawl. Again, not a problem — she simply tries to clamber right over the top of the box by grabbing the edge and pulling herself to a standing position. Of course, at her age, she simply doesn’t have the ability to balance herself in a standing position and she spins and falls every time. Again crash. Again scream.
So in the end, the box barrier had to go. The new solution is to constantly reposition her in the center of the den and then go collect her after she crawls off. Luckily it only takes about 100 times to tire her out.