My baby is one week shy of being ONE. Being a TODDLER. Maybe I should do an 11 month posting? I'll try to do that this weekend. He's cute, I'll tell you that much. Yesterday he gota big boy haircut--and took 2 steps. And did the laundry. wait, no... no one has done any laundry at my house in a week. Whatevs.
So I took G$ to the doctor on Wednesday because he's not been napping well since we got home (from our week at camp, his week at Glammy and Poppy's.) He wakes up from naps after only an hour, crying, he wakes up in the middle of the night, crying, he wakes up in the morning crying. This is SO not normal for us. So I thought perhaps he had a hidden ear infection or something? No, she thinks it's separation anxiety.
Problem--he doesn't mind daycare at all. He reaches his arms out for Frances. He doesn't always want to leave when I get there. I'm not sure what to do. I'm also in the process of weaning. Which was going well. He was nursing once in the morning and once at night--but in the middle of the night in the escalating tears and screaming--all I can think of... is that I have a magic boob. What I'm fearful of is going back. I don't want to reinstill that we answer every call. He had JUST started sleeping through the night when we left. When I try to look up what I'm supposed to do all I find are other parents in the same situation looking for answers. So, what's the answer?
So we are a tired household. Tired baby. Ttired mama. Tired dada.
Um, fix it?