Last week, my parents watched Widget for three days straight. Last night, Whydaddy’s parents held the baby for 5 hours while I got in my first long stretch of uninterrupted sleep since
January December November at least October 2006.
Ahhhhhh. It was nice.
Tomorrow, Little Bear will be baptized. I know what I’ll be thanking God for! Grandparents. And sleep. Ah, sleep. I have missed you so.
WHEN do Little Bears outgrow their milk allergies? I’ve heard 6 months, but that seems soooooooooo long from now! Due to some unfortunate food choices (it was just a tsp of yogurt on those berries, I swear!), Little Bear has been up all day and all night since about Wednesday. Wednesday of what year I’m still not sure, but I’m sure it was a Wednesday. He goes to sleep in our arms okay, but then 5 minutes after I set him down, swaddled, in his crib, he starts fussing and works his way up to a howl. I pick him up, calm him down, possibly feed him, hold him, walk him if necessary, and then the cycle starts again whenever I’m brave enough (or stupid enough) to put him down. I suppose I have to face it. His little digestive system is really still so immature that the slightest bit of dairy product upsets it.
I am lucky, though. Two women in my postnatal group have babies that howl if they eat regular bread, even, because of the small amount of casein in it. At least I can have regular bread and crackers. Even if I can’t have anything on them except hummus.
LOOK OUT! It’s the GAS MONSTER! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!