In the days - nay, weeks leading up to Baby K's first roll over, I was all anticipation and excitement every time she tried to turn, first-time mummy that I am. I coaxed, I cooed, I coddled, all in the hope that I would be the first to witness her, well, first major-major developmental milestone.
The actual event, however, was a bit underwhelming. Her Godma was visiting, and was watching her while I was in the bathroom. After a while inside, I heard Godma saying "Good, good girl, a little bit more..." and I dismissed it, thinking that she would get stuck halfway 'cause her arm always got in the way.
When I got out, Godma informed me matter-of-factly that she had, in fact, performed a roll over. In my heart I thought that it must've been a fluke - Baby K had succeeded before when the bed was sunken thanks to the weight of an nearby adult, or when she rolled off of being propped up on a pillow. So I said calmly, "Oh, then you were very lucky. You just witnessed her doing it for the very first time," which I knew would make Godma's day.
I shared this with The Hubbers, and he too agreed that it was a fluke. Nevertheless we monitored her the rest of the day to see if she would repeat the feat. No cigar.
But the very next day, she really did it. In front of my eyes, but with no other witness save my iPhone. My daughter could roll over!! But again, I wasn't sure if it counted because her arm got stuck. I checked with Godma if her arm was stuck the day before as well - and it was.
:( So I did miss my daughter's first successful roll over. (For my own records, the historic event took place on Sunday, 21 Oct).
Anyway, now I have to really keep an eye on her. She's getting better and better at her tummy time, and indeed, has even started to enjoy it. Before long she will start crawling all over the place.
Sigh, how quickly babies grow. Sniff.
