At exactly nine weeks Lil' D rolled over. She was lying on her belly, getting some "Tummy Time", and BAM . . . on her back she went.
Thought she would roll over for me like she did for her Papi, but she didn't. Watch below.
I've got to get my diet together. Another element that makes breastfeeding so complicated is the need to watch everything you eat {similar to the 40 weeks of pregnancy}. I love pizza, egg rolls, cabbage, beans and cheese. Lil' D's stomach rejects all of them. As a result our Friday night was spent with acranky baby.
No Bueno.
After a few doses of Gripe Water.
