The stomach

The Critter Girl has a love-hate relationship with her stomach. Not her internal, digestive stomach, but her outside, lying-on-it, tummy-time stomach.

While she started out loving tummy time, she grew to hate it at about 4-ish months. Right around the time she rolled over for the first few times. You'd think, great, she can now roll over, so problem of hating being on your stomach is solved, right?

Wrong. So very very wrong.

Critter, after maybe 5-6 successful flipping over from her tummy episodes, went on strike. She would no longer turn over, preferring to lying there and cry bloody murder. She would wait it out crying until someone (read: me) would flip her over. No fun for anyone.

At 6-ish months, she just started rolling both ways, as if we had not just lived through the last 2 months of tummy torture. I swear she said to me, "It soooo not a big deal, Mom. Geez, let it go!" when I stared in amazement at her rolling off her tummy without tears. She may have rolled her eyes at me too.

Which brings us to now. Her latest thing is rolling in her crib. But when she ends up on her tummy, she will often start the crying thing again. Like she is stuck, like she can't roll over, like she did not put herself in that position herself (we always put her on her back to sleep, like the Sleep Sack tells me to do). This can happen in the middle of the night sometimes, which sucks.

But now, sometimes, after the crying, or after I go in there and turn her over, now she will turn herself right back on her tummy and fall asleep. WTF, Critter? Is it torture or is it cozy?

Apparently to her, her stomach is both. See, love-hate. Sigh...is this just a preview of the teenage years? We may be in trouble.