Dear Brickwall,
Why do I continue to talk to you? I appear to be getting no response. However, I get more response from you than I do from the in laws so that’s a bonus!
Love Debbie
GAH! I’ve had enough. William stayed Saturday night with his grandparents Saturday night as usual and for the…god knows what number time…they got up to him in the night and let him have milk feeds. No 9 month old needs a middle of the night milk feed, he can go through from 9pm – 8am without anything at all perfectly well. So when he get the boy home last night – what do we get? Screaming and fussing at 4am, then 5am, then 7am. He is so tired. He had a major melt down at 8:30am. I put him back to bed. He wouldn’t eat breakfast. Wouldn’t take milk. Wouldn’t allow me to comfort him. He screamed and screamed and then collapsed in a heap and went to sleep. My poor little man. I’m not having that. Being slightly grumpy I can forgive but reducing my poor little boy to hysterical sobbing. No way. enough. I rang matt, told him what happened and told him I want William with us at night. That his parents can have William either Saturday or Sunday but they can’t have him at night, not for the foreseeable future. He will still go to my parents overnight, the in laws can’t moan about that either, my parents live 180 mile round trip and I’m not asking them to do that everytime they want to see William. They will have him over night because my mum doesn’t feed him in the night. My mum asks for his routine and sticks to it. My mum feeds him what I say he likes. That’s the other thing I’ve been saying over and over again – sandwiches for lunch, cooked meal for tea. They fed him a puree for his lunch yesterday. PUREE? He hasn’t had puree since he was 6 months old. I’m trying to encourage his chewing, he has finger foods, his cooked meals are mashed with lots of lumps left in. Who gives a 9 month old puree? I have a sneaking suspicion that when I sent some food like this over the other day they must have put it through the blender before they fed him. I’m not an idiot, I know how my son likes his food! Grrrr.
Right, rant over. Our week looks like this:
Monday: Meet Cheryl and Evie and go with Cheryl for her blood test at hospital. Meet up with Charli and Frankie and hopefully Lucy and Oscar at softplay
Tuesday: Daddy at home. Weeks shopping
Wednesday: Possibly softplay with Louise and Owen
Thursday: Take William to his Nana and Grandad
Friday: Mummy day
Saturday: Mummy and Daddy day
Sunday: William being brought him by Nana and Grandad
Man, I would get frustrated too! Hello! He’s your baby, not theirs!
Uhg! How annoying! … For some reason I can’t get the comment box to come up on your other blog! … Just wanted to say CONGRATS on the weight loss! (My weigh in day will be on Wednesday).