Spread Too Thin
Today as I was making my breakfast, I noticed something. I was trying to spread honey on my biscuit and I was in a hurry. The honey wasn't spreading at all. I had to slow down, take a deep breath, collect myself and calmly spread the honey. There's a lesson in there somewhere but I'm too tired from being up since before 5am dealing with another stinky, screaming, never-ending poo. Abby is not a happy little girl. She has a slight fever but I don't know if it's from the immunization or the teething. She's tired but she won't sleep. She's hungry but she won't eat. Her gums hurt, her poops hurt and she got poked.
I'm starting to think that weaning has nothing to do with how I'm feeling. Or everything. Turns out that when a woman nurses, a hormone is released that calms her and makes her happy. I am no longer getting that hormone. I realized this when I burst into tears during my shower. (I actually had a dream last night that my parents came for a visit because they knew how bad I was feeling about the whole weaning/food/poo situation. My house was really nice in this dream. And there was a Boston Pizza in Flin Flon and Mark was going to take me out for supper.) But even if I was nursing, I would still have to deal with solid foods and figuring out how to feed her. I'd still ahve to change smelly diapers and I'd still have to eventually deal with her not taking a bottle (that's right, she'll only take it when she's overwhelmingly hungry - like last night at 5am). So really, it's the combination of lack of happy hormones and all the changes that is messing with me. I just want to shake my head and get over it. I know I will eventually so I just have to slow down, take a deep breath, collect myself and calmly get on with my day.
I'm starting to think that weaning has nothing to do with how I'm feeling. Or everything. Turns out that when a woman nurses, a hormone is released that calms her and makes her happy. I am no longer getting that hormone. I realized this when I burst into tears during my shower. (I actually had a dream last night that my parents came for a visit because they knew how bad I was feeling about the whole weaning/food/poo situation. My house was really nice in this dream. And there was a Boston Pizza in Flin Flon and Mark was going to take me out for supper.) But even if I was nursing, I would still have to deal with solid foods and figuring out how to feed her. I'd still ahve to change smelly diapers and I'd still have to eventually deal with her not taking a bottle (that's right, she'll only take it when she's overwhelmingly hungry - like last night at 5am). So really, it's the combination of lack of happy hormones and all the changes that is messing with me. I just want to shake my head and get over it. I know I will eventually so I just have to slow down, take a deep breath, collect myself and calmly get on with my day.
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I hear you with the weaning. It took me 6 weeks of trying to get Reid to take a bottle. I ended up trying a faster nipple and warming it REALLY warm. I don't know if that helped, but he seemed to take it after that.
I wonder if the poo problems have to do with too much "solid" food for her little digestive system? All those changes can be pretty tough on them!
You have a beautiful daughter and I'm glad to hear you're doing well.
Cheers!