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Round two. Second time I put Izzy down for the evening. She is too tired to eat. After about 5 mins she realises she is still hungry. I try to wake her up while feeding but you try to wake a deep sleeping baby, it is like selling ice to Eskimos...IMPOSSIBLE


I have realised that feeding is about patience and persistence. And no one knows better than my mother (maybe my husband) that patience is nothing I was born with.


My theory is that they do this purposely from the start so we get a good practice in for when they get older and it will get really hard to get them to eat good food. Go give me PATIENCE...


The bed time routine really confuses me, what time to put her down, to dream feed or not, bottle or breast, rock or sing or....just what best to do. Actually it isn’t just the bed time routine that confuses me, many other things too as the feeding (times, boob or bottle), wrapping / no wrapping, dummy / no dummy etc.


My day consist of being confused, making choices which I have no idea about, stressed about getting the boob – bottle ratio right, figure out if she is tired or not, trying to stay strong when she cry so I won’t burst out in tears too and of course being happy when she smiles at me and just because she is my cute daughter.


It is amazing how much your baby’s cry affect you. I am absolute emotionally drained and sweaty after a cry outburst.


Today when I was driving to my friend Alison, she started to cry about 10 mins in the 30 mins drive. It was the most heart breaking and loud cry. I was desperate, tried everything I could think of while driving. And of course you get every idiot cutting in front of you and every red light there is. God the drive felt like it was going on forever.


At one point I pleaded with her and the tears were building up inside of me on the freeway...very hard. And 2 mins before we reach my friend she passes out...typical.


Do you think that it hurts the babies psychologically leaving them to cry like that? They must feel abandon, lonely and very scared. Yesterday I had to stop at a service station and breast feed for 30 mins to calm her down. I just couldn’t let her cry. She really doesn’t like her car seat.


Anyway we got there and ended out having a good time, playing with her first friends Ruby and Samuel. Now she is exhausted from a day of playing and crying...(and won’t eat). Who knows I might have 6 hours sleep in one go.



Let’s hope.


Oh well, I need to do the washing now.


Have fun!

cute ha?!