So I've been MIA for a bit because I felt sleep was more important for me then getting on the computer. My mom feels neglected because she loves to video chat with Little Man. So after getting to bed myself last night at 9 pm which by they way I haven't done since before high school I feel rested enough to blog about my progress so far. As far as production I've been doing pretty well. I am able to get up around 3 am and get a pump in. Then I get up at 6 for the start of my day and have time for another pump which gives my hubby the two bottles he needs while I'm at practice plus a little extra for those just in case moments. If he doesn't use it I can put it in the freezer for my "peace-of-mind" stash which, is what I have been calling it these days.
Little Man has been oh, how should I put this? A little wild to put it gently. He has decided that Daddy does not or should not be feeding him baby food and will spit the food at him and push back in the high chair and growl, for lack of a better word until he turns red in the face and Daddy gives up. He does not do this to me except if Daddy is in the same room. I think it's my husband's apprehension in the food department that my dear sweet little boy is picking up on.
However I think the next interesting behavior I have myself to blame. He has spent the better part of the past two days wanting no part of any activity we try to involve him in. We put him on his play-mat to practice crawling he flattens out and screams until we get him. Our arms need a break so we attempt to put him in the jumper, "nothing doing Mama and Daddy get me outta here," cries the Little Man. I try the swing the little legs start kicking and the arms push the tray away.
Nursing has turned into a three ring circus. My 6 month old is no longer happy to just rest and relax in my arms while nursing. No, this little acrobat wants to kneel and stand while nursing. It wasn't actually all that difficult but I did have to get creative with how I was going to defy gravity and save myself a sore nipple in the process. I wish my hubby had been there to see it. My mom got to see him try to do it again this evening while we finally video chatted. It's more she chats with Little Man and I'm there to make sure the screen doesn't go dark and he doesn't fall off my lap trying to get to her through the screen. My poor dad has to check if he can come in because he doesn't mind if I'm nursing and he's here in person but he doesn't feel comfortable staring at me nursing over the computer.
So how am I coping with this change in attitude from my usually calm, content baby? I am making up ridiculous songs and dances in an effort to entertain and stall the meltdown until I can figure out what my next move is before he explodes. The latest was the "Bad Daddy" song which was started in my effort to find a cold teething ring because his top front teeth and giving him a real hard time as they work their way into his mouth. Everything is shoved into the mouth and then he screams even louder. So this silly song about how Daddy forgot to put a teething ring in the fridge for us was a hit for the 30 seconds it took me to grab a facecloth and an ice cube to try to help with those teeth. My husband not as big a fan of the song though and has threatened to make a companion song called "Bad Mommy" But hey whatever works right?
Almost forgot I do have one go to savior of the day in this new I'm not happy with anything stage, Ollie. Ollie is our little orange kitten who is Little Man's favorite friend. He loves to pet Ollie or grab Ollie's fur, ears, tail etc. and try to put him in his mouth. Tonight was so cute, Ollie brought Little Man a mouse and they played together. What I was even more impressed with was that the cat didn't one use his claws while they played and I got to eat my dinner. I have it on video because I know hubby won't believe it unless he sees it sorry I can't share it on here for some reason it won't let me load it.