War nerves...
Dear Nicky,
Today we went to look at an open house in New Providence. We didn't like it. So many houses there are tiny and yet insanely expensive, and this one was no different. And these people that are selling these places don't even try to make the house look modern or whatever. The inside of this house looked like 1972 for crying out loud.
Speaking of crying out loud...kid, you're killing us, mostly me. Just a few minutes ago you woke up from a sound sleep in your crib, down for the night--or so we thought, and you started shouting bloody blue murder like you hadn't been fed all week. You had just had close to nine ounces of formula four hours earlier. So I'm rushing around like a clown in an Italian opera hoping to keep you from full-on meltdown, not wanting Mom to get woken, and hoping the neighbors can't hear you, and all the while I'm trying to soothe you while holding you in one hand and trying to put your bottle together with the other. I opened a can of room temperature formula, but apparently that wasn't suitable to your discriminating palate, so I had to warm it up anyway.
After all that fuss, you only took five ounces and were out again like a light. Meanwhile I'm sitting here with my nerves buzzing like I had a Starbuck's triple espresso in the middle of the DMZ during the Vietnam war. I feel like a marathon runner heading toward a mushroom cloud. It's okay though. Mom and I believe that you're going through a real growth spurt, and since your heart's been fixed you've got more energy and need more refueling. That's what we hope it is, anyway. Maybe you're just getting spoiled. (Just kidding, I'm your number one fan.)
Love,
Dad
Today we went to look at an open house in New Providence. We didn't like it. So many houses there are tiny and yet insanely expensive, and this one was no different. And these people that are selling these places don't even try to make the house look modern or whatever. The inside of this house looked like 1972 for crying out loud.
Speaking of crying out loud...kid, you're killing us, mostly me. Just a few minutes ago you woke up from a sound sleep in your crib, down for the night--or so we thought, and you started shouting bloody blue murder like you hadn't been fed all week. You had just had close to nine ounces of formula four hours earlier. So I'm rushing around like a clown in an Italian opera hoping to keep you from full-on meltdown, not wanting Mom to get woken, and hoping the neighbors can't hear you, and all the while I'm trying to soothe you while holding you in one hand and trying to put your bottle together with the other. I opened a can of room temperature formula, but apparently that wasn't suitable to your discriminating palate, so I had to warm it up anyway.
After all that fuss, you only took five ounces and were out again like a light. Meanwhile I'm sitting here with my nerves buzzing like I had a Starbuck's triple espresso in the middle of the DMZ during the Vietnam war. I feel like a marathon runner heading toward a mushroom cloud. It's okay though. Mom and I believe that you're going through a real growth spurt, and since your heart's been fixed you've got more energy and need more refueling. That's what we hope it is, anyway. Maybe you're just getting spoiled. (Just kidding, I'm your number one fan.)
Love,
Dad
posted by The Walkin Dude at 11:33 PM
2 Comments:
Just wait until Nicholas gets up at 2 am and wants to play ;)
My daughter Elainah was always more hungry at night. She would only drink 6 or 7 ounces of formula at a time, but every two or three hours. Sometimes she would down 35 ounces in one night.
Our doctor said it had something to do with her growth hormones working overtime. We finally ended the never ending, all night long eating spree, just last week. A week shy of turning 18 months old. I understand completely how exhausting it can be to get up and do bottles at night. Hopefully, you little guy is just having a temporary situation.
Sidenote: I am quite impressed with the amount of formula he can drink at one time. He is definately a good eater, and a nice weight too. Go Nicki!
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