Insane ramblings of a new mother...
I'm chalking this up to a 3 month growth spurt.
Philip says "Mommy I'm hungry." *insert blood-curdling screams here*
Mommy says "Ok, lets eat then."
Philip eats. In a difficult manner. Several ounces too, he doesn't just want to suck.
Philip says "Phew, that was fantastic, I'm done now."
Mommy says "Are you suuuuure? Here, c'mon, try some more. I know you're still hungry."
Philip says "Aw mom, quit it! I don't want more! Let me purse my lips together to prove it."
Mommy says "Fine. Off you go. Have a little play."
15 minutes later Philip says "Mommy I'm hungry." *insert blood-curdling screams here*
Mommy says "Argh! I knew you were hungry, why didn't you eat more 15 minutes ago? I tried, I really did!"
Philip says "Because it's my job to be weird."
So he wants to eat all the time. It's worse in the evenings (especially because his colic isn't entirely cleared up yet, it comes in waves and the last few days have seen many a remote control flying across the room), like last night he ate at 4, 6, 7, 7:30, 8:30, 9:30. All with the above dialogue.
But then he slept for 10.5 hours straight! I swear to God. 10:00pm to 8:30am. SOLIDLY.
I had a long talk with him yesterday and asked if he was bipolar. He said "No, I'm still colicky, and plus Im growing like mad so I want to eat all the time - hope you don't mind!"
Is there a hair-pulling-out smiley here?
He doesn't want Hungry Baby formula, it binds him up. He wanted a larger teat, that helped, but not enough to give me sanity. He just gets crazy hungry in the evening, his little belly isn't big enough to fit gigantic feeds that he wants so it's lots of smaller ones. All this with his colic and well - there's a lot of screaming followed (sometimes within seconds) by happy smiling faces.
And my MIL is no help because the first thing she asks is "Is he sleeping through the night?"
Well, yes he is - but the evenings are so bloody hard that the 7 or so hours of sleep I might get feel like 3. So. Tired. Like, as long as he's sleeping through the night it doesn't matter what kind of a terror my evenings are. :/ She's taking his away from me Friday night which I'm SO looking forward to.
He was fine for a few weeks and now it's back to weird insane baby. I'm really good at knowing what he wants (he's really good about telling me, honestly)... and he HAS to be going through a growth spurt because he's only been in this size nappy for 2 weeks and he already needs a new size.
This point has no, um, point.
Just blabbing. Thanks for the listen.