The day starts out so well, with a hug and a smile from Sam, but then it deteriorates pretty quickly after noon. It never gets so bad that I can say, “yes, she is not feeling well, I need to take her to the doctor,” but by the time Matt gets home, I need his help. At this point when she cries, it feels like I have no skin and she is scraping the marrow from my bones with each scream. There are those wonderful tender moments, and then there are times like these. I think the rotten times are important too. Surviving them. Sometimes it feels like Samantha has spent most of her life so far yelling in one fashion or another. The doctor said she is supposed to start calming down more now, but it wasn’t like that today.
I did try feeding her solid food for the first time, a little rice cereal, figuring she was upset because she was hungry. She tried a spoonful but wasn’t thrilled. I’ll try it again in a couple of days, give her another taste and see how it goes. Matt doesn’t like the idea of Sam eating solid food, but I think she really is ready. Besides, she is getting old enough that food in addition to formula is an important part of getting enough nutrients. Or it will be by the time I can accustom her to the concept of textured food. It could take months.
We spend much of our time watching the British DIY shows: Ground Force and Changing Rooms. I think Sam is going to recognize their names before she says dada or mama. I already know the theme songs by heart. They are a fun group of people on the shows, there is no violence to upset Sam, and it keeps me occupied while Sam takes forever to eat.
Sam likes to hold her bottle and does a pretty good job of it.
It is midnight and Matt is still up with Sam. He won’t put her down, and she is still shifting and twitching and crying. She’s been quiet for about 45 minutes, but she just started crying again just now. Poor Matt. But I am not going to fight with him about it. It is clear to me that I need to be away from her for a bit. Ella is keeping me company on the bed, the thunderstorm seems to have passed, and it is quiet again for now. Off to sleep.
I did try feeding her solid food for the first time, a little rice cereal, figuring she was upset because she was hungry. She tried a spoonful but wasn’t thrilled. I’ll try it again in a couple of days, give her another taste and see how it goes. Matt doesn’t like the idea of Sam eating solid food, but I think she really is ready. Besides, she is getting old enough that food in addition to formula is an important part of getting enough nutrients. Or it will be by the time I can accustom her to the concept of textured food. It could take months.
We spend much of our time watching the British DIY shows: Ground Force and Changing Rooms. I think Sam is going to recognize their names before she says dada or mama. I already know the theme songs by heart. They are a fun group of people on the shows, there is no violence to upset Sam, and it keeps me occupied while Sam takes forever to eat.
Sam likes to hold her bottle and does a pretty good job of it.
It is midnight and Matt is still up with Sam. He won’t put her down, and she is still shifting and twitching and crying. She’s been quiet for about 45 minutes, but she just started crying again just now. Poor Matt. But I am not going to fight with him about it. It is clear to me that I need to be away from her for a bit. Ella is keeping me company on the bed, the thunderstorm seems to have passed, and it is quiet again for now. Off to sleep.
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