peanut4us
09-25-2003, 11:47 AM
So yesterday wasn't good. You know that. What I realized yesterday morning came down to was that I would do some things differently than DH. But i also realized that I am SO fortunate that he is there. And he is the primary care giver and I can't go around usurping his authority just because I think something should be done a different way.
Yesterday got better. Today is yesterday but getting worse. This past week Sara has started getting up at 6 am (after several nighttime feedings, but wouldn't you wake up to eat if you only ate 6-7 ounces total during the day?). DH usually gets up with her at 6 so I can sleep until 7. I usually wake up at 7 because she is screaming her head off as he is rocking her to sleep. I mean screaming. Not what I would consider protest, but something is seriously wrong with me screaming. This morning, it was because she never ate. Usually I feed her when I get up because she's not hungry at 6 (having just ate at 4). So I fed her and rocked her (she was quiet) for about 15 minutes, and she was NOT going to sleep. Finally, i just put her in her crib because I had to get ready.
When I got out of the shower DH had her and she was screaming again. She finally went to sleep, but I think it was because of her crying. DH let me know she only slept for 40 minutes, got up for about an hour and a half and was a pill, so he put her back down. And again she only slept about 40 minutes.
DH has a friend in from out of town, so naturally they are planning to go around town today. And DH said that Sara has just been crying and crying this morning. Very unusual behavior for her. She is getting over a cold, probably starving from a 6 month growth spurt (where she refuses to eat much in the day from a bottle), and I think she's teething again. So DH just gave her Motrin. Said she's refusing to eat. I've requested that they not drag her all over for hours.
We get off the phone. I'm in tears because I want to be there for her. She needs me. I can't do a darned thing from here. Then it hits me... I call and ask DH if she has had her reflux medicine... uh, no. She gets it usually around 6. No wonder she has been crying and not wanting to eat.
DH does really well with her... and they really are great 99% of the time. But sometimes I just feel so helpless, and that, I can't do anything for her. I just hate this. And then I feel all self-important (and bad about feeling that way) that I could make it better where he can't. I stink. And a tear just landed in the wrong place, so anyone who sees me will wonder if I am "leaking".
Yesterday got better. Today is yesterday but getting worse. This past week Sara has started getting up at 6 am (after several nighttime feedings, but wouldn't you wake up to eat if you only ate 6-7 ounces total during the day?). DH usually gets up with her at 6 so I can sleep until 7. I usually wake up at 7 because she is screaming her head off as he is rocking her to sleep. I mean screaming. Not what I would consider protest, but something is seriously wrong with me screaming. This morning, it was because she never ate. Usually I feed her when I get up because she's not hungry at 6 (having just ate at 4). So I fed her and rocked her (she was quiet) for about 15 minutes, and she was NOT going to sleep. Finally, i just put her in her crib because I had to get ready.
When I got out of the shower DH had her and she was screaming again. She finally went to sleep, but I think it was because of her crying. DH let me know she only slept for 40 minutes, got up for about an hour and a half and was a pill, so he put her back down. And again she only slept about 40 minutes.
DH has a friend in from out of town, so naturally they are planning to go around town today. And DH said that Sara has just been crying and crying this morning. Very unusual behavior for her. She is getting over a cold, probably starving from a 6 month growth spurt (where she refuses to eat much in the day from a bottle), and I think she's teething again. So DH just gave her Motrin. Said she's refusing to eat. I've requested that they not drag her all over for hours.
We get off the phone. I'm in tears because I want to be there for her. She needs me. I can't do a darned thing from here. Then it hits me... I call and ask DH if she has had her reflux medicine... uh, no. She gets it usually around 6. No wonder she has been crying and not wanting to eat.
DH does really well with her... and they really are great 99% of the time. But sometimes I just feel so helpless, and that, I can't do anything for her. I just hate this. And then I feel all self-important (and bad about feeling that way) that I could make it better where he can't. I stink. And a tear just landed in the wrong place, so anyone who sees me will wonder if I am "leaking".