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Thought Tiny was getting better but either it's Tuesday or he's gotten worse for today.
Not
long after Josh's car had left the driveway, Tiny (who was down for his
morning nap) woke up, had a look around, started crying. I did the
usual nappy check, play, and fed after he got really distressed.
Checked his nappy again, nothing. He started screaming and I got
frustrated not having a clue what he was screaming about therefore no
idea what to do about it.
Then he dropped a huge load that soaked
through to the blanket he was lying on and the doona we cover him with.
So they're both going to need washing, although there's a half load of
nappies soaking in the washing machine right now and then a load of
laundry to be done. The damage isn't major, it was just liquid and not
even any mark so it's not critical.
Tiny cried when I left to go
wash the nappy after changing him, he cried when I came back and picked
him up, he cried when I put him down, cried when I talked to him, cried
when I didn't talk to him. Eventually I took him to bed and fed him
there, and he fell asleep.
About half an hour later he was up and
crying again. I changed his nappy (which was wet again...not sure
whether he's going for frequently or whether he's just decided to be a
heavy wetter for now), cuddled him, carried him around and he went quiet
for a while, so I sat back at the laptop to talk to Sprat. He wasn't
very communicative but he wasn't screaming either so I thought maybe
whatever it was he's hopefully getting over it. Then he dropped another
payload and it went through so quick some of it soaked onto my shirt.
No
drama, I took him to the bathroom, stripped off my shirt, changed his
nappy. This load was the same size and consistency as the first one
(which had been huge). He was quiet again when I changed him, quiet
when I went out to wash the nappy off, and started screaming when I came
back. Once again I walked around cuddling him and trying to whisper
but the whispering didn't do jack until I mentally shook myself and made
myself calm down. Then it helped a little. I ended up taking him back
to bed and feeding him again, he went back to sleep. I tucked him up
under the doona and hurried off to make myself lunch (dim sims, waiting
on them to finish steaming).
Mum maintains that I should be
giving him cooled boiled water rather than feeding him all the time. I
don't think I should be giving him anything other than breast milk til
he's started solids. Besides the last time I tried to give him a bottle
of cooled boiled water he chucked a huge sad and refused it, and kept
screaming til I gave him a boob (was the one with the cracked
nipple...so it hurt...the things I do). Serves me right for researching
the composition of breast milk and actually wanting to find things out
and know things on occasion rather than always taking people's words for
things o_O
The whole feeding every half hour or so is a bit on
the draining side, and his constant crying isn't helping. He's not
snacking when he feeds either, he's having full 15-20min feeds.
I
hope he gets better after a few more naps. Josh is out til 6:30 or so
tonight and I'm not sure if I can cope with a constantly crying, sick
baby on my own for the entire day.
Was hoping to get hold of
Karen to go winter clothes shopping for Tao, he doesn't have a lot in
the way of warm clothing. Couldn't reach her so I guess I'm going
tomorrow, possibly with Josh, but either way will have the car.
Probably just as well we didn't go today.
Why the fuck does the
government think it needs to monitor what homeschoolers do and why must
they still learn the shit the government thinks they should know at the
end of the year? Fuck them.
I hope Tiny gets better. And I hope this food is ready soon. I need the extra energy.