Isn’t there a saying that goes "Cheaters never profit"? or is it "prosper"? Anyway, I cheated. My sweet little George is colicky. Early on, I started eliminating different foods from my diet, starting with dairy. After I was down to hot dogs and bananas, he started improving. So glad to not be pacing at 2am. Not thrilled at the prospect of living off of bread and water.
But then, the fussing started again. As much as I tried, I couldn’t really pinpoint anything. It was on and off, seemingly very random. Maybe he is just a fussy little guy with an immature nervous system? Sounded reasonable.
So I began to cheat. It started with a couple of pieces of pizza. Then a casserole with Mozzerella in it. Then a dollop of sour cream on a fajita. And then, worst of all, chocolate chip cookies! (But my darling hubby made a big one in the shape of a heart!) All in one weekend! I knew better. I knew that not only would I pay when his little tummy rejected my decision, and I was pacing again. But I would also pay with those feelings of guilt. What kind of mother can’t resist pizza and chocolate for a few short, or long, months!
So, today we paced and nursed and paced some more. Tonight promises more of the same. But someone has to pay. Lesson learned, again.
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Molly,
So sorry that you are having to deal with this…I have always been blessed to be able to eat whatever I want with my nurslings…I am praying for you and your little one….
Molly,
So sorry that you are having to deal with this…I have always been blessed to be able to eat whatever I want with my nurslings…I am praying for you and your little one….