I'll engage him, it's ok
There are hard parts to this mothering thing. Aside from the thrush, which isn't really improving despite medicine, we had a painful experience yesterday.
Even though I'm still supposed to be on bedrest, we decided to go to my Dad's for dinner last night, to visit an in-town cousin I haven't seen for years. Unfortunately, Keats hated it. He screamed like he was in mindblowing pain for the entire car ride, until finally I tearfully asked Ali to pull over so I could nurse him. Then at Dad's place he was easily upset and not even nursing calmed him. Ali and I were both rattled, unnerved. Dad's dogs jumped around and licked Keats' face and toes which made Ali run his hands through his hair and grit his teeth. We left early and I illegally, dangerously held Keats in the backseat so he wouldn't scream. Bad parenting already. But what else could I do?
So I guess I have to not leave the house for the next year or so, until Keats can handle it better. And me, too, until I can handle it better.
Things he does now that I want to remember: he wiggles and stretches while nursing, so I call him my wiggle worm. At night he still doesn't cry but talks/wiggles/coos so much that I'm up most of the night. It is totally worth it, though.
Even though I'm still supposed to be on bedrest, we decided to go to my Dad's for dinner last night, to visit an in-town cousin I haven't seen for years. Unfortunately, Keats hated it. He screamed like he was in mindblowing pain for the entire car ride, until finally I tearfully asked Ali to pull over so I could nurse him. Then at Dad's place he was easily upset and not even nursing calmed him. Ali and I were both rattled, unnerved. Dad's dogs jumped around and licked Keats' face and toes which made Ali run his hands through his hair and grit his teeth. We left early and I illegally, dangerously held Keats in the backseat so he wouldn't scream. Bad parenting already. But what else could I do?
So I guess I have to not leave the house for the next year or so, until Keats can handle it better. And me, too, until I can handle it better.
Things he does now that I want to remember: he wiggles and stretches while nursing, so I call him my wiggle worm. At night he still doesn't cry but talks/wiggles/coos so much that I'm up most of the night. It is totally worth it, though.