Still not at CyberMummy. It's 10 past seven in the morning & the washing machine is on again. No, I'm not still infested with the spirits of Kim & Aggie. Squeaky started up crying about an hour ago, so I went in to settle her. She decided she wanted milk, which I went & got, she drank it, then threw the whole lot up over herself, me & the bed. The same bed in her bedroom that I finally washed the linen on a couple of weeks ago for the first time in FOREVER. (Not her bed, there's a spare single in there) So her clothes, my clothes & the bed linen are all in the wash.
It's amazing how quickly milk turns to cottage cheese in the tummy of a small person. As soon as something that will occupy her for more than 5 minutes comes on, I'm going in the shower. I smell of sick. As for the not at CM aspect, if I had been there, I'd still be dealing with sick, from the other end of a phone call.
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Saturday, 25 June 2011
Thursday, 3 June 2010
Will Not Fuss
I will not fuss over every little thing.
I will not fuss over every little thing.
I will not fuss over every little thing.
I will not fuss over every little thing.
I will not fuss over every little thing.
I will not fuss over every little thing.
Right. Now that's out of the way. GAH! Squeaky has discovered a lovely new habit. She's decided that breakfast is for wimps. She'll either refuse to eat at breakfast time, after squawking for food, but then lie there smacking her lips in that "feed me, I'm hungry" type manner. Or, and even better, she'll feed. And then throw it all up. All over me, her, the sofa, the bed, whatever happens to be available. All the rest of her meals stay down, she feeds absolutely fine the rest of the day, but breakfast is for wimps.
Part of me thinks she's eating too much, because she's hungry, and her little stomach can't cope with all she's feeding, so maybe it's time to start adding some baby rice (weaning, yayfun!), but then the other part of me says "But she's throwing up already, is adding something new actually going to help with that? Or am I going to be cleaning up baby rice sick as well as milk sick?"
And unless I bump into her out walking like yesterday, I'm unlikely to see the midwife for another 2 weeks, by which stage I will have washed everything in the house every day. And still smell of baby sick.
I will not fuss over every little thing.
I will not fuss over every little thing.
I will not fuss over every little thing.
I will not fuss over every little thing.
I will not fuss over every little thing.
Right. Now that's out of the way. GAH! Squeaky has discovered a lovely new habit. She's decided that breakfast is for wimps. She'll either refuse to eat at breakfast time, after squawking for food, but then lie there smacking her lips in that "feed me, I'm hungry" type manner. Or, and even better, she'll feed. And then throw it all up. All over me, her, the sofa, the bed, whatever happens to be available. All the rest of her meals stay down, she feeds absolutely fine the rest of the day, but breakfast is for wimps.
Part of me thinks she's eating too much, because she's hungry, and her little stomach can't cope with all she's feeding, so maybe it's time to start adding some baby rice (weaning, yayfun!), but then the other part of me says "But she's throwing up already, is adding something new actually going to help with that? Or am I going to be cleaning up baby rice sick as well as milk sick?"
And unless I bump into her out walking like yesterday, I'm unlikely to see the midwife for another 2 weeks, by which stage I will have washed everything in the house every day. And still smell of baby sick.
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