Who knows
Well, no more fever here, which is good. However, we still have SOMEthing awful going on, and perhaps I might describe it to you in terms of those two functions moms so love to talk about: food going in and food coming out.
1) Going in. The past two days, Isaac has been on a hunger strike of sorts. Forget trying to shove a spoon in his mouth, regardless of how much pureed banana is on there, without a major fight and goofy airplane noises. His beloved finger foods, even ravioli and cheese cubes, are no longer interesting past the first couple bites. The only thing he does seem to be okay with eating is saltines. Can my child subsist on saltines alone? And then don't get me started on the boobie. He has bitten me a couple of times now that he has opposable teeth, and I, of course, scream, the victim of a would-be vampire. My screaming really freaks him out, and he starts crying. I think it might have left him scarred. Now he will nurse just long enough to get the milk flowing, and then once it comes a-spurtin' out he bobs off the boob and decides that, since I'm here, he would much rather chat with me about the weather. My chairs are all covered with boobie juice -- don't come visit me for a bit.
2) Coming out. We have had a few little spit-up/vomiting issues. Nothing major, no projectile stuff, but Isaac never spits up anymore, so it seems quite significant. And then there's the poops. The last two days we have had these voluminous liquidy poops, as if he wasn't on solids anymore. Not diarrhea poops, just not the little rabbit nuggets or banana slugs he usually leaves behind. I know you appreciate this level of detail, dear reader.
On top of all this, Isaac also has not slept well since his fever broke. The night before last he sat bolt upright in bed next to me (yes, we are still doing that while the sleep issue is uncertain) at 3 in the morning, ready to go. After trying every Mom-trick in the book to get him to go back to sleep, I gave up at around 4:30 and let him torture Dad. Last night when he woke up at 3 (and that was not the first time), he screamed and bawled until I doped him up with both Tylenol and Orajel. Of course it is possible that there is another top tooth in our future, but I feel like everyone says that all the time. "Oh, he's not sleeping? Teething! Cranky? Teething!" Teething = catch-all phrase for "I have no idea what is going on with my kid." Anyway, this not sleeping/not eating stuff is driving me STRAIGHT OUT OF MY MIND.
1) Going in. The past two days, Isaac has been on a hunger strike of sorts. Forget trying to shove a spoon in his mouth, regardless of how much pureed banana is on there, without a major fight and goofy airplane noises. His beloved finger foods, even ravioli and cheese cubes, are no longer interesting past the first couple bites. The only thing he does seem to be okay with eating is saltines. Can my child subsist on saltines alone? And then don't get me started on the boobie. He has bitten me a couple of times now that he has opposable teeth, and I, of course, scream, the victim of a would-be vampire. My screaming really freaks him out, and he starts crying. I think it might have left him scarred. Now he will nurse just long enough to get the milk flowing, and then once it comes a-spurtin' out he bobs off the boob and decides that, since I'm here, he would much rather chat with me about the weather. My chairs are all covered with boobie juice -- don't come visit me for a bit.
2) Coming out. We have had a few little spit-up/vomiting issues. Nothing major, no projectile stuff, but Isaac never spits up anymore, so it seems quite significant. And then there's the poops. The last two days we have had these voluminous liquidy poops, as if he wasn't on solids anymore. Not diarrhea poops, just not the little rabbit nuggets or banana slugs he usually leaves behind. I know you appreciate this level of detail, dear reader.
On top of all this, Isaac also has not slept well since his fever broke. The night before last he sat bolt upright in bed next to me (yes, we are still doing that while the sleep issue is uncertain) at 3 in the morning, ready to go. After trying every Mom-trick in the book to get him to go back to sleep, I gave up at around 4:30 and let him torture Dad. Last night when he woke up at 3 (and that was not the first time), he screamed and bawled until I doped him up with both Tylenol and Orajel. Of course it is possible that there is another top tooth in our future, but I feel like everyone says that all the time. "Oh, he's not sleeping? Teething! Cranky? Teething!" Teething = catch-all phrase for "I have no idea what is going on with my kid." Anyway, this not sleeping/not eating stuff is driving me STRAIGHT OUT OF MY MIND.
posted by Claire at 8:55 PM
1 Comments:
Oh, no! I do the same thing with Lb. "Must be teeth" but if it helps at all, so does our doctor.
Hope you get all back to yourself, Isaac!
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