Wednesday

Another day, another attempt at bottle feeding

Wednesday 26 September 2001 Nothing very exciting happened today. I continued to be very cute and mum tried to give me the bottle again but I am still not taking it.

Dad came home from work very early tonight and we ate dinner very early so that they could fast tomorrow – it is Yom Kippur but mum is not really fasting because she wants me to be able to breast feed and be assured that the milk is plentiful. It was fun for dad to be home so early and I got to bath a bit later and everything but I still slept atrociously.

Tuesday

I fail bottle drinking 101

Tuesday 25 September 2001 
Well this morning was a flurry of activity trying to get everything ready for my big day of bottle learning skills. We had to take bottles, formula, cups, spouts, teats, changes of clothes and most of all a lot of resolve -me, to take the bottle and mum not to lose her temper with the people of they showed me a way to take the bottle that she did not like.

We were real nervous, well mostly mummy was nervous but there was nothing to be scared of. Donna was the mothercraft nurse that looked after me and she was really nice and so gentle and caring, she also did not want me to cry. Instead of eating as I arrived, which I really like to do, they made me have a sleep in their cot. Mum was so impressed with the way that I went to sleep in their cot that she is determined that I will sleep in my cot like that tonight. All they did was wrap me in a sheet and rocked the cot like a pram on its wheels. I soon got bored of the white wall in front of me and slept. When I woke up I was quite hungry as I had not eaten since 8am. Donna tried to give me a bottle. I refused it – mind you I played with it in my mouth but I was not keen to suck on it. 

I will give Donna her dues – she persevered for 45 minutes and I got so tired that after that she put me back to sleep. I still had not taken anything from the bottle and so I still had not eaten since 8am. After I woke from that sleep Donna tried with that damn bottle again but this time I was not so nice and cute about it – I cried and told her that I would rather breastfeed. She tried for half an hour but I stuck to my guns and refused to drink from that bottle. Ten minutes of play on the floor with mummy and then finally they let me breastfeed. Phew what a relief – by this time it was 2:30pm. I had been a long time without food and I was hungry.

Donna had been defeated in her quest to give me a bottle but she was positive about mummy continuing to try at home. She said that I am a strong willed little boy and very determined – mum says stubborn but Donna sees it as a virtue – I like Donna. 

Militant about lact-ease. Not as easy as it sounds

Monday 24 September 2001 When I don’t sleep at night I cannot be expected to feel good during the day although we all know how hard I try. Today I have a real full blown cold. My nose is runny and red and my eyes are watering. Mummy took me back to Dr T and he confirmed that I have a cold but there is very little that we can do about it.

Today mum spoke to some lady on the phone who said her baby had a lactose intolerance and they “cured” it by using a lactase enzyme before each feed. Mummy is reinspired to try using the lact-easy with me so this afternoon we went off in pursuit of lact-ease once again and now she is becoming militant about my using it.

I am finally taking my solids like I am meant to and mum is loving feeding me. I am still trying very hard to roll over, most especially when I am meant to be sleeping at night. Tonight I could not get comfortable while I was trying to sleep. I think that I may want to go back to my own bed soon as it is very uncomfortable in mum and dad’s bed. It is too small for the three of us, either one of them leaves or I do!

Mummy was feeling sick with anticipation and dread the whole night because tomorrow we are going to Karitane to learn how to take a bottle. YUGHHHH!!

Sunday

They shlep me out when I am sick

Sunday 23 September 2001
I was feeling a tad better until the parents shlepped me out again. How am I meant to shake this cold?

We had coffee with my grandfather and then went out to my aunt for lunch. I slept outside in my pram and I made everyone believe that I was over my cold but then when I woke up I just clung to mummy. How else am I meant to get across to them that I just want to be at home?

Once at home I brightened considerably and I amused mum and dad for ages and then to really top the day off I ate my entire dinner of p[ears and apples. My eating makes dad deliriously happy.

Granny came over to watch me bath and then I went to bed but I hardly slept at all. It was a really really bad night.

Hard to smile with a cold

Saturday 22 September 2001

 I have officially given mummy my cold and she is not happy.  She sounds weird and she doesn’t stop sniffing and sneezing.  Maybe now she will have some idea of how lousy I have been feeling.  Dad is also a bit under the weather although personally I think mum’s cold is a bit worse.

Mum is such a trooper and I think she expects me to be one too so we packed our tissues and we went to meet friends at Bronte.  The weather is very hot and it was rather pleasant by the water in the cool sea breeze.  I had a long sleep in my pram and when I woke up I was in such a foul mood that we kind of left almost straight away.

I cannot sleep with a blocked nose and I am really trying so hard to keep my smiles up amidst this cold but it is getting hard.

Wednesday

I am an outdoorsy kind of baby

Friday 21 September 2001 Still trying to roll over and still feeling pretty much under the weather. I did go to the park though today and I watched the ducks and the trees. I am quite an outdoorsy type of baby. I really like to watch the trees move in the wind although I am rather particular about my exact positioning in the sun.

I slept in mum and dad’s bed again but I think that the novelty is wearing a bit thin. I did not sleep so very brilliantly – we are all still unsure whether it is just the way that I sleep or if it is my cold

Sunday

Only a 165gram weight gain

Thursday 20 September 2001 
Today was much more of the same. I am still not feeling completely myself but I am making a valiant attempt at being supremely brave.

I had an appointment with the dietician again today and it was not great. I have only put on 165grams in the last two weeks and 1cm in length. Kylie and Shelia, the lactation consultant, both said that it is pretty good considering that I have been sick because I can be expected to lose a bit of weight when I am not well. Much of the talk at the appointment focused on the upcoming appointment with the gastroenterologist and I thought we wasted a lot of time trying to second guess what he would have to say next Friday. Mummy is still petrified that she is going to have to force me to take a bottle. It is not that she does not want to stop breastfeeding it is just that she cannot take the trauma of me screaming as I refuse the bottle.

The only good news that I have to report is that I am really trying hard to roll over and it seems like it will not be long before I am able to roll around on my own. Mum and dad get quite frustrated watching me because I am so almost there but I just find that last bit a little difficult.

I slept in mum and dad’s bed again and although it was not as good as the first night I am still enjoying it. Even if I do not sleep for longer at least I never have to cry in the night to get their attention. If I need mum or dad they are right there so I don’t have to wake up and cry.