She mentioned a couple of possible reasons for that, one of which was possible attachment issues. Infants can have a hard time "attaching" to people when they're separated from them early on for some reason. Well, let me just tell you, that made me feel like a DOG.
Although it wasn't my fault that she and I were separated for most of her first two weeks of life, it was our reality. So over the past two weeks, I've been trying mercilessly to get her to smile.
Most of the time, she just sits around content with a sweet little smirk on her face.
She'll sit for an hour, just looking around and being content. (I know. We're blessed.)
Sometimes she'll get a little puzzled look, like something concerns her.
And her little brow will stay furrowed for about 10 minutes. I love it.
Some of the noises or faces that I made over the last couple of weeks made her recoil (to the extent that she can) and widen her eyes in surprise.
And sometimes I'd get close to a real smile, but no dice.
Then I might get a wider closed-mouth smile ...
But then she'd sink back into her pleasant resting face.
Then she'd give me a little sideways smile to let me know she was just kidding with me ... trying to make me work REALLY hard for it.
To get her back, I'd make a really loud zerbert sound with my lips. SURPRISE, BABY!
GOTCHA!
But on one particular day, I tried really, really hard.
And she could resist me no longer.
My silly faces and high-pitched voices were working.
Finally! Almost there!
YESSSSS! MOMMY WINS! MOMMY WINS! MOMMY WINS!
