Night one zillion of bad/little sleep... I had a complete mental breakdown last night, costing me an hour of sleep I really needed. Where is the justice in the world?
Charles is healthy, he just can't make it more than two hours without food. I know that he "should" be able to do so, but my little guy just doesn't fit in with the norm. I've consulted books and sleep "solutions," to no avail. I refuse to let Charles "cry it out" when he has a wet diaper and is shoving his fist in his mouth in a panic because his little belly is empty. I don't get up at every cry, au contraire, he often is just shifting and groaning in his sleep. And I've attempted to calm him with a pacifier, but his face gets all red as soon as he figures out it won't feed him. What's a girl to do? I haven't had this little sleep since college, and back then I could drink a heeeeck of a lot more coffee and alcohol to deal with it. And slept in Saturday. I feel like I am losing my mind.
On the solid food front, Charlie LOVES sweet potatoes and avocados... he got angry with me when there was no avocado left in his mesh bag feeder! That was funny. Solid food is a mess, but thoroughly enjoyable for all. I'll try to get a photo of his adorably green face when he has some later today.
Hey, thanks for putting up with my rant and my little pity party. Giant thanks to my husband, who puts of with all of my shit. I know he would help out with Charles more if he could, but he is doing the very important job of supporting us while I stay home. Speaking of, next week, Charles goes to daycare part-time. I cried a lot about that yesterday. But then I realized this morning that the lovely ladies in the infant room at the daycare I chose will probably do a better job of mothering Charles than I do. They certainly will be better rested. So at least he has that going for him. I'm gonna miss him while I'm at work, though. A lot.