I wrote an earlier post about Elliot trying to roll over, and my efforts to support him.
He no longer needs my support.
The big day was Saturday, Feb 20, 2011. I was working in the hospital that day, covering for a co-worker who was out with a torn ACL. It was a 12-hour shift, so I had to be there at 7am, and I rushed out of the house without my keys. On a normal weekday someone else would be around to open my office for me. But on a Saturday that wasn’t the case, so I was locked out. I told Hannah and she generously offered to bring my keys at lunchtime.
Angel that she is, Hannah also brought me lunch when she arrived. So we sat in my office, munching on curry and rolling the black wheeled chairs across the slippery hardwood floor.
Then Elliot, in a surprise move, pooped his diaper. Sploded it. The diaper bag was produced, and the little portable pad was laid down on the hardwood floor for a quick change.
Once the dirty diaper was removed, we let him hang out naked for a while. Partly to air out his nether regions, and also we knew that he found it easier to practice rolling without a diaper on.
It happened quickly. He tucked his little fists behind his ears, lifted his right leg in the air, and swung it sideways. He started to roll toward his left, and as usual his left arm acted as a hurdle, preventing him from flipping onto his belly. But instead of flopping back to the right, this time he gave that strong left leg another kick, and it popped his torso up and over the hurdle of his left arm. Suddenly he was on his belly, both arms flapping to the sides like tiny penguin wings.
(If those feeble words don’t conjure the image, just click below.)
Success! His first unassisted roll! We think it was the hardwood floor that gave him extra purchase.
The only catch was that he had been lying on a narrow black changing pad. So his roll rolled him off the pad and onto the floor of my office. The floor that six doctors walk across only minutes after being in patients’ rooms.
That was over a week ago now, and he hasn’t gotten sick, so I think it’s safe to say that he’s free of multi-drug resistant bacteria. But he did have a few black specks of dirt stuck to his penis when we picked him up.