As Don posted, the kids had a rough time of it that last week or two with a nasty stomach bug. Last Saturday was the first time I’ve been up past midnight in a very long time. I only wish it was because I was out having fun with friends. Watching a lab tech fish around to try to find a vein in your baby’s arm while you and a nurse try to hold her still is NOT a good time. Anyway, even after the stomach issues seemed gone, Alex was refusing to finish bottles. Actually, he was refusing to drink more than an ounce or two. So of course I got all worried and read on the internet and posted on my message boards looking for advice. I didn’t get much help. Now, out of nowhere, the kid is not only downing all of his bottles in record time, he’s fussing when they are done like he wants more. I can’t win. I know if I make the bottles bigger, he’ll go back to drinking less than half and the rest will be wasted.
I think Alex and Avery are both trying to make up for lost calories now. For all three meals today, I had to end them because they’d been in their highchairs so long, just shoveling food in non-stop. Breakfast was twice as much oatmeal as usual, plus yogurt with bananas mixed in. Lunch was an hour of double handed chowing on lima beans, an apple cereal bar, raisins, and goldfish. And dinner was turkey ravioli, green beans, cantaloupe, and veggie crackers. And the quantities – dear lord help us when they’re older. We’ll both need second jobs to keep them fed.
Avery has developed a lovely case of separation anxiety over the last couple of weeks as well. She flips out whenever I leave her sight, even if it’s for a few seconds to grab my shoes before a walk or something. For the last 3 4 (I hear her crying again now) nights, she’s also woken up at night, which she never does. She just wants me to come and rub her back…for an hour… until she falls back asleep. Twice I’ve literally given her the shirt off my back to cuddle with because it smells like me, and it’s worked. The books say it’s normal at this age, but it sure is making life harder around here. The one babysitter we’d found to come on Thursdays when I have to leave at 3 to tutor quit this week. At first she said the money wasn’t really worth the drive, so we offered to pay her 1/3 more – a 33% raise. Apparently, Avery cried for a full 90 minutes while I was gone Thursday, though, which sealed the deal on her not really wanting to come back. I have no idea what we’re going to do now. I know it’s hard to deal with, but I have to tutor in order to afford to be a stay at home mom, and I actually need someone more often this summer because I have more job offers. I think once the kids see someone regularly and get used to her, it will be much better, but we can’t seem to get to that point. And I worry about someone getting frustrated with the tears and doing something awful in the meantime. It’s like I can’t win. We have such a hard time finding a sitter, and financially it doesn’t make sense for me to have one more than once a week, but if someone’s not here more than that, how will the babies learn to remember and trust and like her?
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