One of those days...
Payton won't eat, nurse or sleep. He's completely refusing purees, is screaming at my boob like it's a megaphone and is super fussy. His naps have been *maybe* 30 minutes long where he usually naps at least an hour and a half. This has been going on for two days.
I know it's probably normal baby stuff, but I can't help but worry.
He's just about ready to crawl and he's super frustrated and is pulling up on everything and can now sit up from a hands and knees position (that was a sight to see last night!). I know babies get all out of sorts when they are about ready to hit a major milestone.
He's teething too. He's putting everything in his mouth except food!!!
Rick is out of town for another nine days - he just left on Friday AM. He is a HUGE part of Payton's routine that is missing now. It's very hard to fill those shoes.
There is so much worry and baggage that comes with having a reflux kidlet! It is pure torture if there is one little hiccup in the regular schedule or routine no matter how small. I fear having to do another surgery and there is so much that can go wrong with the surgery he has had. Thoughts like that run through my mind when he stops eating - even for one meal.
Everything was going along swimmingly and now... pffffftttttt. I so want him weaned off of his tube! He should be able to catch up in the next few months and then we can start the process, but I'm scared to death about getting him to eat enough without supplementing with tube feeds!!! I want to take that darn button out! Aaaaauuuuugggghhh!!! It's days like this that make me doubt it will ever be possible!!
I know it could be way worse, believe me. I'm so thankful for what I have, but some days - for me - the light I saw at the end of the tunnel looks rather dim again.
Guh.
Hopefully tomorrow will be better.