Saturday 14 December 2019

23 and 24 weeks

I’ve always considered Rufus to be my yo-yo baby. When he’s happy he’s so good and so happy, and when he’s suffering and sad, well he’s very down and difficult. I think we 23 was the up week and week 24 the down week. Almost to the day of when he was supposed to start his next leap he woke in the night and was just wide awake for hours, that night he was chatty, the next the same thing - with a whole lot more crying rather than chatting. Unfortunately this coincided with our quick trip to Sydney, where it was hot and stuffy (no air con in our air bnb) and a lot of street noise. There wasn’t much sleeping by anyone, and I suffered from a few bites while trying to comfort him (the absolute worst, most painful thing). But he wasn’t so bad on the plane rides and although not much sleep during the day we still did what we had planned. It’s hard work this lack of sleep.

We are going ever so slowly with Rufus and food, I think apple and pear are giving him eczema, and his tummy still seems sensitive. I think we might move on to veggies. He loves it though, wants to do it all himself, and has good coordination getting the spoon into his mouth (and everywhere else).

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