Day 87 - Growth spurt blues
My poor father, Little Elvis was apparently going through a growth spurt last night and cried everytime I handed him over to my father.
It didn't dawn on me that it was growth spurt time until the second time he did this.
I should have been clued in after our last walk. He fed for a really long time before that walk and got fussy with me when I tried to burp him or switch breasts.
After the walk, about an hour and a half after his huge meal, I had to feed him again. He slurped like he hadn't eaten in weeks and stared at me with tear-shining eyes.
When he finished that meal, which was also pretty long, I took him to my father. Ten minutes later my dad brought a wailing Little Elvis back. Again, I fed him and again he gave me that "How could you take so long to feed me?" stare. Again, I took him to my dad.
This time he cried the minute I handed him over. (It had been all of 5 minutes since he finished feeding.) We tried several different sleeping positions and burping, but I finally took him back to attempt to feed him and realized that he is 12 weeks and due for a growth spurt. We fed, he finally slept and I didn't move him.
Poor dad. I think the need for constant feeding is now over, so hopefully he'll get to spend lots of time with his happy grandson.
My poor dad. It defin
It didn't dawn on me that it was growth spurt time until the second time he did this.
I should have been clued in after our last walk. He fed for a really long time before that walk and got fussy with me when I tried to burp him or switch breasts.
After the walk, about an hour and a half after his huge meal, I had to feed him again. He slurped like he hadn't eaten in weeks and stared at me with tear-shining eyes.
When he finished that meal, which was also pretty long, I took him to my father. Ten minutes later my dad brought a wailing Little Elvis back. Again, I fed him and again he gave me that "How could you take so long to feed me?" stare. Again, I took him to my dad.
This time he cried the minute I handed him over. (It had been all of 5 minutes since he finished feeding.) We tried several different sleeping positions and burping, but I finally took him back to attempt to feed him and realized that he is 12 weeks and due for a growth spurt. We fed, he finally slept and I didn't move him.
Poor dad. I think the need for constant feeding is now over, so hopefully he'll get to spend lots of time with his happy grandson.
My poor dad. It defin
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