Yeah, no, seriously. I'll talk about this for decades. Our wee family went through the fire this week and are just coming out the other side. Just something that had to happen. Thankfully, our co-living partners were gone all this week.
On Sunday, Liam came down with a stomach virus. Sick, ick. Vomiting everything everywhere. It was in the 90s and I was very concerned about dehydration since he was vomiting so much. He started nursing every 2 (remember that TWO) hours. Usually, he nurses every 5 or 6 hours.
What does that mean? It means my body produced more milk to keep up with him.
Fast forward to Wednesday. He's finally gone 24 hours without vomiting. He's eating some crackers and rice.
And he decides he no longer wants to nurse. Ever. E - V - E - R. Ummm...try not peeing for two days, maybe you'll understand?
Well, in any case, we dealt with it. He is now officially weaned (as if I had anything to do with it!!). You should have seen him. I'd try to nurse him, and he simply looked at me as if I were an alien. He ended by literally pushing me (OW!) away. Took me 2 days to be totally convinced.
However, another nice side effect of Liam being weaned (are you sitting down?) is that ... drumroll please ... he is sleeping through the night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There aren't enough exclamation points in the world for that.
Phew. Now we just have to get him to like his crib. But, hey, I'm liking life right now, so, we'll just wait on that one for a bit.
Oh! I can wear dresses now! Yippee!
Editor's Update: Liam's iron level is now normal! Double Yippee!
Truly, an auspicious week.
