Jonah only took 18 ounces, and it was a MAJOR struggle getting him to take even that much. He's now fighting us even in his sleep. He's a smart one, he is. I hope this is just the last couple days and not a habit, or we'll be in trouble and on the road to a g-tube yet again. He'll be weighed again on Friday, so we'll see where he stands.
He's still not napping except in my arms... like I said... Long Day.
Don't get me wrong, he's sweet and beautiful, and I love holding him, but I get so tired struggling to get him to sleep and feed him, all I want to do is lie down... if only for thirty minutes. But as soon as I try to put him down, his eyes pop open. And unfortunately, most of the time he's not waking up happy.
Sorry, today is a negative day. We haven't even stepped out the door in two days, something about a tropical storm passing through... constant rain... frigid wind. No fun.
I'm having a hard time knowing how to entertain him (and myself) for a full day stuck in doors with no napping. We've had rough nights the last two or three, so I think I'm just overly tired. It's my night tonight, but I'm hoping it goes well, and I can catch up a little. My whole perspective changes when I'm tired, and I HATE being a whiny baby. I know we have it good.
Could you say a few prayers for Tripp tonight? He's struggling with a nasty cold or virus or something and is also having major pain from chronic mouth blisters/sores (EIGHT TEETH last I heard). Courtney is having to suction him about every five minutes. I know by the way I'm feeling, it must be 20 times harder for her. And she handles it with such grace, always thankful. Anyway, if you could say a prayer for Tripp to feel better soon and for strength for his parents, I know they would appreciate it so much.
And on another note...
HAPPY FIRST BIRTHDAY, JUDE! WE LOVE YOU BUDDY!