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Right, basically, as a lot of you know, Alex doesn't eat much in the way of solids. He's breast obsessed and that's it.
At his last weigh in last week, turns out he's 19lbs 1oz.
That's not a lot for a 1 year old, but it's even worse that he was a big boy at birth. He was 10lbs 1oz, so 98th percentile.
After that he dropped a little, but was steadily following the 91st percentile curve.
....UNTIL he reached 'solid' age. By 7 months old he was eating so little solids that he dropped to 25th percentile, and that was worrying, but now, at 19lbs 1oz, he is only in the 9th percentile.
HV reckons it's because he co-sleeps and breast-feeds all night, which means that he has not enough appetite to eat solids during the day. The breastmilk is great, sure, but it's not giving him the calories he needs.
So now, I'm on a mission to curb the nightly feeds. He does it mainly for comfort I think.
Anyway, we've shipped Lydia off to MIL's house for 2 nights, and we commenced the night-time-weaning last night. I'm going to keep a sort of diary of how it goes. You never know, somebody might find it useful!
So without further ado:
Captain's Log, Post-Night 1:
ok, whew, that was really tough.
He had his 'last' breastfeed on my knee at around 1.30am and he fell asleep.
At 3.30am I took him upstairs to bed and put him in his cot with his dummy.
At 5am he woke up crying and fussing. At this point I would usually have brought him into bed with me and got a boob out for him, but instead I picked him up and gave him his dummy, and sat on the edge of the bed rocking him. Ooooh boy he was not happy. He screamed for half an hour, he was tugging on my bra and everything.
At 5.30am I decided to lay him down in bed with me and just cuddle him, so I did. He fought me for about 20 minutes more - smacking me, kicking me in the head, screaming.
Anyway, at some point after that we must have both fallen asleep, because I woke up again when he started crying about 15 minutes later.
From then on, it was a case of him crying for 5 minutes or so, then falling asleep, then waking up about 15 minutes after that to cry for 5 minutes, then falling asleep again for 15 minutes
(roughly anyway)
right up until 12pm when my alarm woke me up anyway.
Sooooooo needless to say:
I'M BLOODY KNACKERED.
Now we're both up but my breasts are painful as hell from being so full, and to add insult to injury I'm trying to give Alex some breakfast, but he's not eating any more than usual because he's too tired!
Maybe he'll fall asleep in the car on the way to take Phil to work, and perhaps he'll feel more like eating later.
God I hope tonight is less stressful than last night was.
(By the way in case anybody is wondering, Phil works 2pm till 10pm, which means the kids usually get to sleep somewhere between 11.30pm and 2am, and wake up between 11am-12.30pm. Phil and I usually get to bed around 3am ish.)
update:
This is not going at all well. It's past 4pm and so far I've only persuaded him to eat half a jar of stage 2 fruit yoghurt, plus the TINIEST amount of sliced beef with cheese you could imagine. Literally a thimbleful.
He's also had about 1oz expressed breastmilk.
He just won't stop screaming. He's exhausted but he won't go down for a nap. He's just crying his heart out
I'm going to take him out for a walk in the pram to see if it calms him down.
At his last weigh in last week, turns out he's 19lbs 1oz.
That's not a lot for a 1 year old, but it's even worse that he was a big boy at birth. He was 10lbs 1oz, so 98th percentile.
After that he dropped a little, but was steadily following the 91st percentile curve.
....UNTIL he reached 'solid' age. By 7 months old he was eating so little solids that he dropped to 25th percentile, and that was worrying, but now, at 19lbs 1oz, he is only in the 9th percentile.
HV reckons it's because he co-sleeps and breast-feeds all night, which means that he has not enough appetite to eat solids during the day. The breastmilk is great, sure, but it's not giving him the calories he needs.
So now, I'm on a mission to curb the nightly feeds. He does it mainly for comfort I think.
Anyway, we've shipped Lydia off to MIL's house for 2 nights, and we commenced the night-time-weaning last night. I'm going to keep a sort of diary of how it goes. You never know, somebody might find it useful!
So without further ado:
Captain's Log, Post-Night 1:
ok, whew, that was really tough.
He had his 'last' breastfeed on my knee at around 1.30am and he fell asleep.
At 3.30am I took him upstairs to bed and put him in his cot with his dummy.
At 5am he woke up crying and fussing. At this point I would usually have brought him into bed with me and got a boob out for him, but instead I picked him up and gave him his dummy, and sat on the edge of the bed rocking him. Ooooh boy he was not happy. He screamed for half an hour, he was tugging on my bra and everything.
At 5.30am I decided to lay him down in bed with me and just cuddle him, so I did. He fought me for about 20 minutes more - smacking me, kicking me in the head, screaming.
Anyway, at some point after that we must have both fallen asleep, because I woke up again when he started crying about 15 minutes later.
From then on, it was a case of him crying for 5 minutes or so, then falling asleep, then waking up about 15 minutes after that to cry for 5 minutes, then falling asleep again for 15 minutes
(roughly anyway)
right up until 12pm when my alarm woke me up anyway.
Sooooooo needless to say:
I'M BLOODY KNACKERED.
Now we're both up but my breasts are painful as hell from being so full, and to add insult to injury I'm trying to give Alex some breakfast, but he's not eating any more than usual because he's too tired!
Maybe he'll fall asleep in the car on the way to take Phil to work, and perhaps he'll feel more like eating later.
God I hope tonight is less stressful than last night was.
(By the way in case anybody is wondering, Phil works 2pm till 10pm, which means the kids usually get to sleep somewhere between 11.30pm and 2am, and wake up between 11am-12.30pm. Phil and I usually get to bed around 3am ish.)
update:
This is not going at all well. It's past 4pm and so far I've only persuaded him to eat half a jar of stage 2 fruit yoghurt, plus the TINIEST amount of sliced beef with cheese you could imagine. Literally a thimbleful.
He's also had about 1oz expressed breastmilk.
He just won't stop screaming. He's exhausted but he won't go down for a nap. He's just crying his heart out
I'm going to take him out for a walk in the pram to see if it calms him down.