Last night, Henry woke up twice to nurse. I like to think of myself some sort of Natural at getting up in the night, but it's actually that I adjust well: if he wakes me up when he hasn't been waking regularly, I'm a sleepwalker. I woke up in the recliner an hour or so later, with a sleeping baby sprawled across me. I tried to put him in his crib, but no: now he wanted to nurse. So I nursed him, fell back to sleep, woke again with the baby sleeping on me. He again explained that he'd been robbed of his opportunity. Some nights, I write myself an I.O.U.
In other news which MAY OR MAY NOT be about Henry, I called the doctor to ask what constipation remedies were safe for
I talked with the nurse, and she said they don't recommend things like milk of magnesia until the child has been seen by the doctor. She said that I should try changing the child's diet first, starting by taking out applesauce, bananas, rice, and carrots, and adding prune juice, white grape juice, more fruits and vegetables, more fluids, and more grains.
So, fine. But how to get the juice into him? He just spits when I give him a sippee cup. I've never even offered him a bottle, because lengthy and frustrating experiments with his siblings showed me it was easier not to bother with it.
On the other hand, Henry is the easy-goingest, laid-backest baby I have ever had. His life philosophy is "Sure! Whatevs!" So I got an Avent bottle (those are the ones the breastfed babies used in the daycare where I worked), and I put some prune juice into it, and Henry fumbled for a minute and then latched on like a champ and drank it right down.
Conclusion: slightly-warmed prune juice is A GREAT IDEA. I'll say no more.
As long as we've all lost our appetites anyway, this seems like good timing for a diet update. I am having a teetery couple of days, almost forgetting I'm ON a diet. Like, this morning I was all, "Hey, this would be a good day to bake cookies!" Then I had a very grim remembering, and it was SO grim, I felt like the only compensation was to go ahead and make the cookies. (I haven't.) (Yet.) (But I AM eating an enormous bowl of sugar-free fat-free pudding at 10:00 in the morning.)
But I am still on it, and my weight is still going down---more slowly, of course, but ever downward. I notice I've been feeling perkier and more energetic and like I'm better able to cope with things. I even washed the kitchen floor, and if that doesn't smack of losing weight directly from the brain, I don't know what does.