I took Jones to the doctor today. For the past week or so I have noticed very dark, red circles under his eyes. Some days he looks like he has a black eye. Strangers always comment "Aww...it's nap time". No, it's not. Leave my kid alone.
Turns out he just has a cold. Minor stuff. Congestion, which explains the runny nose/stuffy nose none sense. Over the counter remedies and we are good.
That's not the problem.
Enter the scale: 25.2 lbs. Yes, that is right. He is 7 months old.
The doctor told me he was pretty large. No kidding, Sherlock. Check out my biceps. I know the babe is big.
Then she asked me a million dollar question:
"Do you ever feed him in the middle of the night?"Umm, yes. Sometimes more than once. He cries. He acts hungry. I feed him. He goes back to sleep. Sue me.
She then proceeded to tell me to
never, ever again feed him in the middle of the night. He doesn't need it. He is just used to it. He is getting too many calories. And I deserve to sleep through the night.
(I concur)I told her that I do let him cry it out some, but then he cries himself in a corner, falls asleep off the sensor pad and sets off the alarm on the Angel Monitor. I run in, wake him up and we start the process all over again.
She told me there was one simple solution: get rid of the blankity-blank Angel Monitor and let him cry.
(ok, no curse words were actually used, but I could feel her hatred for the thing)
So I am doing it. I did not turn on the monitor. He has been asleep for twenty minutes and I have already checked on him twice. I am such a freak.
That monitor has been a sore subject since day one. I think I hear that awful alarm during the day
(while holding Jones at times. Ca-razy, I am.), I wake Trey up screaming that the alarm is going off, when clearly it is not and I can not handle when
Laura's phone is about to die because it reminds me of the alarm noise.
I tell you again, I am nuts.
So wish me luck. Tonight I say goodbye to the motion/breathing monitor. We are going old school, readers. I am letting him cry it out. No more nursing in the middle of the night. No more middle of the night false alarm scares. No more crazy.
PS - Doctor? Are you a reader? If so, you should have told that girl in the waiting room feeding her twin 8 month old boys Frito chili pies from Checkers that she should stop.
If I have to give up my middle of the night nursing rendezvous, then she should have to stop feeding her infants fast food.