What a refreshing and funny convo you are having atm Poppy and Marcellus. As I write, I have just fed my two hourly feeding terror and she has sprawled out upside down over my lap, arching her back, because that's what she likes to do after a feed now apparently
Yep, I was doing feed upon feed and I still get the look like "well what took you so bloody long?" when you just offered her a feed 5 minutes earlier and she refused point blank, but now it's like you have been starving her. It's hard to read the signs sometimes still as I said to DH lastnight, it looks like I'm forcing her but I'm trying to work out if that's the "don't want it" cry or "give it to me now" cry. It was the latter as she practically inhaled before my top was even open! I think wind still plays a part too, either from what I eat, or just her system, so I still have to go back and remember the basics of burping and working her legs, or just get her up and moving. It makes sense but it doesn't always come into your mind when you think it should just be a smooth feed.
routine schmoutine..I agree, although I do recall 12 weeks being a time where the really bad wind started to settle as her system got stronger and she could pass it through herself. NOw there's nothing funnier to her than feeling those little bottom burps rumbling under her (like right now OMG!) and she feels really proud of what she can do. For a kid who can't hear, she still enjoys alot of tactile sensations like the vibrations of a good fart and oh dear, I've never seen a kid blow more big wet raspberries.
i was addressing a Lion's Club meeting this week and I'm standing at the mike explaining our situation, and her Dad has her on his lap and she is blowing raspberries at me non-stop she's actually quite useless in the cutest possible way. she gets tangled up in things and just can't get out, like I put her on the ground to work out her wind a minute ago (it worked!) and she is now completely stuck untder the clothes airing rack. If she can get under it with her legs, she will, but she can't get out. I digress...good news....the Lions Club rang us back after the meeting and want to support us by paying our travel costs for Jazzy's therapy. I was so happy I cried from sheer relief. I knew it would come from local community and not government agencies and I didn't waiver in my belief that somewhere, somehow, a window would open for us. We don't need much, I mean it's not like we can ask for the $100,000 plus for the surgery, but the therapy costs are a huge deal and are setting us further behind than ever before. We have a few more trips to Melb before the surgery now too, so that's going to be a great help. I'm feeling much better now and all on track for November.
Janie, it's a me post too, but it's hard to find time to speak to eve3ryoneand again I have a squirmy wormy on my lap eating her foot. I know what you mean about the fear getting less. I guess it's like a lot of things and now it's more of a contained fear for you, not hysterical and terrifying I imagine.
Gotta go resume feeding and hopefully get a nap out of jazzy.
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