We've had a pretty good weekend. We did get out for about an hour and a half on Saturday (bought a few things at Kohl's... most stuff 50% off plus I had a coupon for an additional 15% off), and we did a lot (maybe too much) today.
We got up first thing, got dressing change out of the way, made it to church (hooray!), and then after coming home and feeding Jonah, went to a park in Greensboro for some pictures. Shaina and Mom came with us. My hope was that Shaina could take lots so we'd have one for our Christmas cards (that's right, how domestic am I). That's actually what we got at Kohl's - coordinating clothes for pictures. Not too matchy matchy, but coordinated colors anyway. All of that to say that I've been looking forward to this for weeks. I've been waiting for another pretty weekend so we could do it, and after this past week with all the rain, I was soooo excited.
So you know how it went, right?
Jonah fussed and cried the whole time. And finally, when I attempted feeding him to see if that would help, he flung himself back, screamed, pulled a scab off of his ear, and got blood all over my shirt. I don't really care that there's blood on the shirt, but needless to say, all of that ended the photo shoot. And I was extremely disappointed and frustrated and ticked off... not at Jonah but just that we never seem to get a "normal." And I know babies are fussy during photo shoots sometimes, but I don't think it ends with them refusing bottles, screaming, flailing around, and ripping their skin off. THAT about sends you over the edge. I think it was just one of those things where I had really built it up in my head and I had so looked forward to it and been waiting so long to "really" get out... there's no way it could have lived up to my expectations. But it really came in WAY below the bar. Sigh.
We are really struggling to get him to eat right now. He took 17 ounces the last two days and only 15 today. He is barely eating three ounces at a feeding, and it's like pulling teeth to do that. It took us from 7:30 until 9:50 tonight to get him to eat 50 cc's (1 1/2 ounces), and we finally just gave up. He just wanted to sleep and every time you'd put the bottle in his mouth, he'd spit it out and start screaming and flailing. And this is how it's been for about a week now - at every feeding. He had gained an ounce on Friday, but things, at this point, are going downhill. I think I'm going to go to Target tomorrow and buy a couple different types of formula to see if he takes any other kind better. The GI seems to think it's possible he could have outgrown his protein sensitivity by now (kids can do that as they approach a year, apparently), so he said it might be worth a shot to try something besides Alimentum (aka burnt potato water). We've given up on solids for now.
Anyway, I'm tired and frustrated. I know, compared to Courtney and Tripp, I have nothing to complain about, but I still need to vent. Could you please pray for Jonah's eating difficulties (you know, for the 475,000th time)? I'm really worried about him.
And I just want to say an extra special thank you to Matt's parents' Sunday School Class, The Rice Family, and Liberty Chapel UMC. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts. We are overwhelmed at your kindness and love. Thank you for being the hands of Jesus to our family.
Oh yeah, and let me know if you have found a good-tasting formula your kid really took well because of the taste. At this point, I'm willing to try just about anything.
If only sweet tea could sustain him...