Saturday, October 29, 2011
As I somewhat bitterly mentioned last week, Charlie is no longer sleeping through the night and now requests my presence every three to four hours. This, as you can imagine, sucks.
After almost two weeks of this nonsense, I decided something had to be done. The extra bottle of formula at bedtime wasn't cutting it, so we decided to give cereal a go. While I wasn't keen on ignoring Dr. O'Neil's medically sound suggestion to hold off on solids until six months, I also wasn't keen on carrying on this way for the next two months. So we decided to defer to the mothers and grandmothers in our lives and give it a go.
The first round with cereal, pictured here, went about as well as could be expected. I would like to tell you that the teaspoon he managed to get down held him through the night, but alas, he beckoned me at midnight, 2:30 a.m. and 6 a.m.
Maybe it was revenge for force feeding him that runny mess of food. Maybe he wants to let me know that he's not a quitter. Well, buddy boy, I'm not a quitter either. You'll be seeing the cereal again tonight.
Let the battle of wills begin.