It cannot be called crawling. It cannot be called elegant. But here we sit, watching Natalie do SOMETHING which indubitably results in forward motion. I fear for the future of her nose, as it requires that she place her face on the floor, dig in with her feet, and shove herself forward.
(And the back to work update is: GOOD! She screamed much less, grudgingly took most of two bottles, and took 2 decent naps today. SO much better than we were expecting. Thanks for all of your support and encouragement!)