There are those who see our lives and tell me just how strong I (we) are, how much we have endured as parents and as a family. But still I wish I were stronger.
We’re a little sleep deprived. It would seem our little girl got sick. Just a short-lived fever of 1 ½ days and that’s it, but it was enough to ruin sleep. And maybe that’s not the real problem… no, I know it’s not the real problem. She’s addicted to water and to her bottle.
Interestingly, when I was pregnant with her, towards the end, I couldn’t get enough water. I downed so much water that I ended up loosing weight. Everything else was fine. She popped a tooth at 5 months and was done with her binkie, but apparently (obviously) replaced it with her bottle. We moved the bottle to include only water in the hopes that it would loose its interest with her. We were wrong, though on the positive side her teeth aren’t rotting for milk sitting in her mouth while she sleeps. However, on the negative side is the fact that she’s addicted to her bottle and the water she’s drinking, I’m certain, is keeping her from gaining weight. She only gained 3 ounces in 6 months, while still gaining inches.
Violet will be 2 in December and we can’t get the bottle away from her. Okay, I can’t muster the strength or resolve to do so. At night, especially when she’s sick, she wakes and cries for 5, 10, 30 or 60 minutes for us to come and fill her water. She does this throughout the night – continually throughout the night. Last night, she started at 9:30 pm and kept it up until 1:30 am. I’m certain she probably had about 18 oz. of water or more.
This morning, with renewed determination for getting things right, I’ve fixed her protein filled foods that are fatty enough, but not completely unhealthy to try to help with the weight. I’ve refused the bottle so far, and if it weren’t a work night for Zach, I’d stop the bottle all together.
Excuses, excuses. (Sigh). I wish I were a stronger mom.
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