So today was the bottle stand-off with Aoife. Except that it wasn't a stand-off...
We woke this morning at around 9:15. Well, Aoife had been up since about 7:45, randomly screaming in her sleep. So she and Alex were in the rocking chair when I came out at 9:15. She woke up, super happy, apparently unaware of the sleep-screaming that she had been doing. I fed her and then left the house, feeling extremely guilty for leaving her for a day of screaming at the bottle. My mom was going to come over to help.
I went to meet Julie for some breakfast and shopping, and then Val joined us a bit later on.
At 12:25, I received this text message: "She took the bottle like it was normal. Screamed when we took it away. Go figure."
Seriously?
We've been working on this for weeks. She would scream and scream and scream until no sound was coming out. My mom just lays her down on the couch and she drinks a bottle like she had been doing it forever?
So, I continued shopping and had a massage. It was great. By the end of the day, she had drank every last milliliter that I had left in the fridge.
When I got home, she looked at me like "Oh, you came back! I'm so happy!" It was such a relief to walk in to a quite house, no screeching. She was ready to eat and latched back on like a champ. She was ok. It went so much better than I had expected. Hopefully she might do this again!
We woke this morning at around 9:15. Well, Aoife had been up since about 7:45, randomly screaming in her sleep. So she and Alex were in the rocking chair when I came out at 9:15. She woke up, super happy, apparently unaware of the sleep-screaming that she had been doing. I fed her and then left the house, feeling extremely guilty for leaving her for a day of screaming at the bottle. My mom was going to come over to help.
I went to meet Julie for some breakfast and shopping, and then Val joined us a bit later on.
At 12:25, I received this text message: "She took the bottle like it was normal. Screamed when we took it away. Go figure."
Seriously?
We've been working on this for weeks. She would scream and scream and scream until no sound was coming out. My mom just lays her down on the couch and she drinks a bottle like she had been doing it forever?
So, I continued shopping and had a massage. It was great. By the end of the day, she had drank every last milliliter that I had left in the fridge.
When I got home, she looked at me like "Oh, you came back! I'm so happy!" It was such a relief to walk in to a quite house, no screeching. She was ready to eat and latched back on like a champ. She was ok. It went so much better than I had expected. Hopefully she might do this again!
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