A friend quoted another friend today … She said ‘boys live on air’.
I agree. Well in my boys case anyway. In fact, if this boy could just exist on air, bop (his word for breastmilk),my hip or Daddy’s shoulder he would be the happiest darn 22 month old boy in town.
Truth is, he can’t just live on air like he has done this last week and my hip and bops are feeling broken. He has lost about 1kg in 4 days and his clothes are starting to indicate weighloss despite my breastfeeding him at least four times a day and all darn night.
Yeap .. Don’t ask why I do it. I just do because he just cries sooo much and my need is to nurture and calm him.
My dilemma is, I refuse to feed him crap food, even if he is more likely to eat it.
I am as stubborn as he is and will not give in to that one. BUT how easy would it to be to just feed him rubbish food and then when he eats it, feed it to him again and again because that’s what he likes to eat and then therefore sleeps better.
Set him up for a life time of addiction to sugar and fast food. I could so easily. But I won’t.
So we move sideways and have Weetbix for dinner. His belly is finally full for the first time in a week…and I pray he sleeps well tonight.