noro going around upstairs
It’s 3:30 am and I’ve just been woken up by everyone upstairs because little A threw up. First it was UD, R, AY, and now it’s hit the babies upstairs. All I can think about is how terrified I am of us getting it. Like the time in Seville when I was breastfeeding you in between projectile vomiting.
You weaned off the boob. It’s been two nights. We were supposed to stop on the 18th, but Dad was sad about it and asked me to hold off. I thought about it and agreed. A couple of days in, I decided against it. Friday, November 22 was the last day you ever had boob! My heart.
You have asked for boob both nights since. I tell you “no more boob” and you ask me for “wa-wa.” We get water, go read, and you’re happy. You are so strong my baby.
You’ve been a little fussier, not sure if it’s boob related or if it’s because we haven’t been going out as much (it’s freezing + last week it rained two days in a row). Or all the above. You also haven’t been eating so well. Today we went out for two hours in the cold/wind and when we came back, your eyes were crazy red. They still are I think. Hopefully when you wake up tomorrow they’re better.
Your new favorite meal is iheartumami’s Panda Express honey sesame chicken. For us too actually. That is a wild recipe.
Yesterday you were super into throwing a napkin behind the sofa, climbing down, crawling under it to get it, getting stuck and crying, and then climbing back up to start all over.
You just woke up for a hot minute. Cried, looked up at the ceiling (they’re still awake up there), and went back down. I guess it’s time to sleep just in case I need rest for what’s to come.