We had lots of help from my mom again this week. She came up on Wednesday and took care of Oliver Wednesday, Thursday and Friday during the day while I went to work and Brian went to class. She also cooked up some great dinners Wednesday and Thursday night. Oliver did a mediocre job at taking a bottle this week. He managed to get down at least an ounce everyday while I was at work but still hasn’t started accepting every bottle offered to him. He seems to prefer nursing. And, as my mom well knows, Oliver does not politely refuse a bottle when it is offered but instead makes his displeasure known by screaming his head off. So, Grandmama had a rough week with her little guy. Adding to the screaming to express his hate of the bottle (and possibly even contributing to the bottle strike itself), I am pretty sure Oliver has started teething. He is drooling like crazy and chews on everything he can get his hands on (once he finally gets it into his mouth). We got a few teething toys this week and some teething tablets so we’ll see if those things help.
Since Oliver was not always eating enough during the day, he has been pretty lousy at sleeping through the night this week. It’s partly because he’s hungry but also seems to be due to the fact that he’s become a little Houdini and has worked his way out of every swaddle we’ve put him in this week. He wiggles around in his crib until he gets an arm out and then starts crying because he doesn’t like having his arm out. Go figure. I’ve tried explaining to him that if he just wouldn’t wiggle he wouldn’t end up crying but that sort of logic seems to be beyond his twelve week old brain. He got up at least twice every night this week but last night. He’s not up for long when he gets up but it still makes me pretty tired having to get up so many times each night.
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