The Bug went back to the pulmonologist yesterday and was declared "a completely normal" baby. All inherited personality traits aside, of course.

She was removed from the monitor and set loose to continue devising adorable expressions that make her lapses in personal hygiene endearing. In fact, the good doctor would have allowed us to keep it for another month, just for nighttime, but it seemed to me that no matter when we get rid of it, there will be a few (dozen) tense nights. Better sooner than later, before this "sick baby" stigma starts to stick.

Still, I miss the lights flashing away reassuringly while she dozes. And now I kind of miss the whoosh whoosh sound the monitor made each morning when I went to get her and scooted it along the floor on our way to my bed and the Boppy.

One post strong, but here it is:

http://boosterseatbistro.blogspot.com/