why, yes she does :)
yep, you read right. the bottle is back.
a joint decision was made by the two parental units in the house that we would postpone the bottle weaning until a later date. I came home to a sad, pitiful, runny nose and coughing child yesterday and pretty much said that was it. with the teething and the cold she probably just caught combined with 3 days of little food or drinking, Keira looked like she was on the edge of delirium.
she drank 6 of the 8 ounces we gave her, and it was like she just got a shot of some illicit drug. we pretty much saw the life come back into our girl, and she was almost 100%. I apologized to her for putting through h-e double hockey sticks and that we loved her a whole lot. did she get it? not sure but it's okay.
was mission: bottle weaning a failure? hmm, maybe but I'll accept it. next time around, we're going to try the gradual approach, since we already know cold turkey isn't what's best for Keira. the whole day at work, I was thinking that 3 days of no milk was killing neurons and I honestly thought her hair was falling out or shrinking back into her head. overall, we just didn't think our girl was thriving.
so for now, we're back on the bottle and as much of a pain as it is to clean them, it's a small sacrifice to ensure our girl is feeling okay. we just have to get past this teething bit and get over the drippy nose and we'll try again. new goal...age 2?
mission: bottle weaning is going...well, it's going. I'll admit I'm having mixed feelings about the whole thing, but we've gone this far (we're on day 3), so turning back is not really an option.
day 2 was what it was, just more of the same. Keira didn't have much more milk than what she took first thing in the morning, and I'm beginning to think forcing a sippy cup into her mouth isn't the way to go. the last thing we need is for her to have an aversion to milk in a cup forever and ever, amen.
she didn't eat or drink as much as we would've liked, but she did eat and drink something. she ate quite a bit of string cheese, would ask for and drink water when we gave it to her, and had some yogurt too, but it just wasn't what we thought was enough for her. I'm sure what we considered not enough food is totally enough food for her, but we're adults and she's a kid. two totally different things.
we had family over for Mike's birthday and I honestly dreaded it. I knew opinions and thoughts would be thrown our way, which would most likely not match ours. I didn't feel as if I needed to justify our decision to wean to anyone, so I didn't. Mike and I stuck to our guns, continued what we decided to do and went on.
I will admit having thoughts of giving in, and I'm sure Mike did too. just the look on our faces would tell you that. but if we did, the last 2 days of "hard work" (or torture in Keira's mind), would've been meaningless. all I could think about before bed and first thing this morning was whether or not we were hurting Keira in the long run. some will say what we're doing is mean, some will say she won't remember any of this. I'm having a hard time believing either way.
I did a lot of reading this morning about bottle weaning and at first, nothing seemed to give me the answer I wanted. yet, I didn't know what answer I was looking for. even still, I wanted to believe in my deepest heart of hearts that what we were doing was the best for her and for us, but I'm sure it seems like we're doing this more for us than her.
I think I've texted Mike a handful of times so far about how things are going and he says she's okay. she may have a cold because she's coughing and has a runny nose. I know there's doubt in his mind about this, but he's sticking with me so far. We're doing what we can to make sure she's getting some sort of nutrition right now, whether it be drinking juice or sucking on a popsicle for fluids and whatever solids she wants to eat. right now, she's taken more interest in eating string cheese and will even ask for yogurt when she's hungry. if that's all she wants to eat right now, then we'll go with it.
I'm glad that I'm on vacation this next week, so that Keira will have 100% of my love and attention. who cares if the house gets messy or the laundry isn't done, she is what matters right now and that's it. I do have to get our bags packed for our mini vacay up to the Bay Area later this week, but there aren't any other pressing issues besides that. I'm still hopeful that all this will be worth it in the end, and I've received support that it is. it's tough right now, and it sucks to see her so miserable, but there is light at the end of the tunnel.
I guess that means I can't wiggle my nose or click my heals three times and have things magically be okay. darn.
we decided to wean her off the bottle this weekend. probably should've done it sooner. and of all days we choose, we choose Mike's birthday to start. sorry Daddy, I know its not the ideal way to celebrate your day.
we've had Keira somewhat weaned off nighttime bottles for a week or two now, but with her current teething situation (she's got two cuspids and two 1st molars coming in at the same time), we've regressed a little to keep her comfortable at night. She doesn't eat much when she's teething, so we knew she was probably hungry.
but as tough as we know it is for all of us, we decided it was now or never. I know it probably seems cruel to wean her during this tough time, but heck, call me a mean mom. its for the good of all.
she asked for milky (that's what we call it, and she just figured it out) all day long, and we would try to give it to her in a sippy cup. and she would refuse. there were a few times we actually held her down and shoved it in her mouth, to which she would drink and cry at the same time. while at the happiest place on earth (ha! yea right), we would try and distract her with things...hence a light-up lollipop...but still she would ask for her milk.
we were afraid for dinner, because we knew she would be grumpy and hungry and tired (who wouldn't be?) but surprisingly she did well. she saw the disney kids cups and immediately asked for milky and she drank some, but that was the last time she would touch it. she ate cheese, some spaghetti, some bread, a bit of fruit, but probably nothing that was substantial enough to fill her tummy. she did drink a ton of my lemonade though...at least she got her fluids.
the poor girl looked so tired and rundown all day. it broke our hearts to see her like that, but we knew we had to stick to our guns. if we gave in, which we wanted to do several times, the whole day would've been wasted. we did bring a b-o-t-t-l-e with us just in case we got desperate, but we never used it. we stuck it out.
waiting for World of Color wasn't so bad. again, we kept up with the distractions and thankfully there was a pre-show that kept her occupied. she watched some of the show, but fell asleep halfway through, probably due to starvation.
(don't call CPS on us, okay?)
she fell asleep on the way home, and lucky for us we were able to transition her to bed with no problem. she slept the whole night through and woke up at 6am asking for....you guessed it, milk! she cried, almost screamed but milk in a sippy it was. she refused, but as soon as I put the nipple in her mouth, half a sippy of milk was gone. she swallowed it like she hadn't had any in days, and promptly passed out.
some say the magic number is 72 hours, and after that the bottle will be no more. my response? it's going to be a hellish 72 hours! that's why I chose my vacation to do it, so that I would have the mental and physical capacity to do it. I still have to work tomorrow (Monday is my first official vacation day), so Mike will be on his own. but hopefully, since its the third day, it'll be easier.
I'm looking forward to not having to clean bottles anymore (way too many parts!!),but ultimately I want to avoid any future trips to the dentist to fix baby teeth cavities. Let's think about it, what'll be worse? bottle weaning or trying to hold down an infant so the dentist can fix her teeth? sorry, but I'll take the bottle weaning option please.
with one hour left to go, I must wish my wonderful, giving, hard-working, handy, forgiving, loving, humorous, bestest husband a happy, happy birthday!!
we spent the afternoon at California Adventures, one day before our annual passes expire.
probably not a man's first choice to spending his birthday, but I took the wife's role and just planned something fun for him. We ultimately wanted to catch World of Color, so I made reservations at Ariel's Grotto for dinner. This also guaranteed us fast passes to the reserved section for the show.
We caught the Playhouse Disney live stage show first, caught a ride on Heimlich's Chew-Chew Train, got a picture with Pluto, then headed over to Paradise Pier to watch the Pixar Parade. We grabbed our buzzer for Ariel's Grotto and killed some time hanging out outside the restaurant. Keira scored herself a light-up lollipop, to keep her mind off M-I-L-K (more on that later).
Dinner wasn't too bad, although for the price I wish it was a bit better. We started off with a Seafood and Meat appetizer (a salad, a cheese and meat plate and a shrimp and clam plate), with entrees of Tri-Tip and Cioppino, and then a nice dessert plate complete with a white chocolate filmstrip. The restaurant definitely thought ahead and Keira was served an infant appetizer of watermelon, jello and mozzarella cheese (she gots seconds on the cheese). They were really good about bringing her a cup of M-I-L-K as soon as we sat down too. She got spaghetti and meatballs for dinner.
We were going to walk around a bit more before the show started, but since we noticed people were already being let into the reserved section for the show, we decided to just camp out.
We're going to hit the sack now, since it's been a long day for everyone.
to our dear Daddy and Hubby Mike, happy birthday and we love you very much!!
this poor little girl is not feeling too well right now. We noticed the other day that some teeth are coming in, one of which is her first molar. Mike picked her up from our sister-in-law's yesterday and she was warm and a bit lethargic. She managed to sleep 10 hours last night (with one wake-up at 5am) but woke up with a 103.5 temperature. We're doing the Tylenol-ibuprofen-repeat thing today,so hopefully she gets over this quick.
so I'm sitting here in silence, waiting for an appraiser to come (we're having our house refinanced...yes, already), hoping that when they ring the doorbell, it doesn't wake her up.
We had a fun weekend, filled with couch shopping, a birthday party and our first dinner party with friends.
Saturday we headed out to Lily's 1st birthday party in Chino, where it was a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse theme. Good thing because Keira is totally into MMC right now. there was a face painter and a balloon guy, who happened to make really cool Disney Princess balloons for Keira and her friends (we have Cinderella, Ariel and Tinkerbell here).
it was a mini pharmacy school reunion too. I remember back when we all started school over 10 years ago, and how hard we all studied (and partied) together. and now, here we are working, married and having kids.
Teri and Reggie were in town too, so they stopped by to have dinner with us. We opted to eat dinner at home, since lugging 3 tired kiddos to a restaurant didn't sound like it would fly too well. Korean BBQ, jap chae noodles, rice, sauteed spinach and mac & cheese were on the menu, as well as beer, water, Capri Suns and milk. sounds great, huh?
One more work week left for me, and then I'm on vacation. it'll be more like a stay-cation, since I'll be here in So Cal for a few days, and then headed up to the Bay Area to spend time with my parents and attend my brother's White Coat Ceremony at school.
let's hope these last few shifts goes by fast!
so here's the story.
Keira fell asleep on the couch while Mike and I were eating dinner (homemade pho...the best). so rather than semi-waking her up to bring her upstairs, we decide to just make it an indoor camp out for the night.
I proceed to bring down all the fixings of an indoor campsite: pillows, blankets, a fold-up cushion and a twin-sized mattress.
keep in mind Keira is still asleep on the couch, so we use our "Keira is asleep on the couch" voices i.e. we whisper.
Mike was supposed to bring the mattress down, but once I get it in my head that I can do it, I do. I decide that instead of pulling and dragging it down the stairs, I would just flip it on its side, kind of like rolling a tire down the street.
The first section of stairs, the mattress gets away from me but is stopped by the wall. I lay it up on its side again and continue to flip it down the next section, to which is falls on its flat side and slides the rest of the way, only to stop at the wall again.
Mike is in his "office" and whispers, "Jamie" to which I go "yes?". "Be careful" he says. "Um, thanks" is my response, as I'm tumbling the mattress down the last flight of stairs.
not sure why we found that so funny, but it was. I wonder if he would've said the same thing had it been me tumbling down the stairs.
Mike and I didn't enjoy watching another kid push Keira off the slide and have her land right on her face. what was even more infuriating was that the kid's dad was standing right there and didn't do much about it.
a little bit hard to believe but Keira is 1 1/2 years old!! only 6 more months and she'll be...gulp...two?!
speaking of the 1 1/2 year old, she's throwing a little bit of a fuss and is finishing off her crying bouts with a big NO WAY!! silly girl. I think it might be time for a nap.
Keira had her 18-month appointment this morning and she's right on track. She's 26 pounds (75th percentile) and 33.5 inches tall (90th percentile). Her pediatrician said she made a jump as far as her weight goes (as compared to her one year appointment), which is good. She may not be a big solid food eater, but at least she's not malnourished. The doctor did say that she shouldn't be drinking more than 28 to 30 ounces of milk a day so we'll have to watch that.
We had a action packed weekend, which started off with a visit to Disneyland on Friday. My cousins were still in town and we met them there later on in the day. The best part was that Keira was able to go on Autopia because she met the 32 inch height requirement...score! Mike let her drive and it was so cute to see her peek around the side of the car and wave at me. We remembered to bring her Minnie ears too, which she didn't seem to mind wearing.
after the picnic we headed to Mia's 2nd birthday party, which I didn't take one picture at. Keira did really well keeping herself occupied, whether it was playing alone or with the other kids. She got into her first playground scuffle too, but was on the receiving end. She ended up coming home with a black eye...no bueno. Luckily, the little homie is tough and bounced right back.
it's another work week, and just another 2 weeks before I'm off on vacation. it'll be more like a staycation, but at least I won't be at work.
I've wanted to post something like this for a while now. not sure why, but I have.
bottle weaning for this little one IS NOT going to be easy. Last night, for whatever reason, I decided that it was time to stop the middle-of-the-night feedings. there was some sleeping, a lot of crying and screaming and a little girl half sleeping on the bed and half on the floor. but she made it til morning.
despite the obvious being in front of them, some people are just that oblivious.
I'm beginning to enjoy cooking and baking. having a new kitchen and various hardly used appliances helps too.
I'm falling into a routine now, as far as work-home life-everything else goes. as much as working nights kinda sucks, it's not so bad when the work week is over on Thursdays.
I'm eating at night way too much right now. Mike went out to get me some Carl's Jr last night...and they were closed. fail for fries for me, but win for that fatty fatness quotient.
sometimes I want to give this girl away, other times I love her to death. motherhood, right? this girl is also a sponge. she says new words and phrases all the time and we're not sure from where. her latest and greatest, no way!!, heavy, where it go? and pha, which means bad in Vietnamese.
the last word, we do say a lot around here. I wonder why.