After a million “no”‘s, a thousand time outs, loads of tears and a lot of frustration; Silas seems to have stopped hitting. He does a teeny tiny bit but nothing major. The one major thing I’ve learned thus far is that no matter what, you need to be consistent. I’ve won a couple battles that way so far. I’m so glad I stuck to my guns and kept with it. Silas is also settling into this place rather nicely. It seems as though he’s happier in here than that tiny apartment. I guess that walls were closing in on him as well. I’m glad to see him happier. I remember a post a few days ago where I felt like I had nothing to give my kids, that I wasn’t able to make them happy but I don’t feel that anymore. I guess the move was hard on everyone. Ikey has been a champ at nursing lately. I need to lay on my side but I’m ok with laying down. I love being lazy. I like nursing to be a happy time. I’m glad that I pushed through that nursing bump. I knew we’d get through it. Silas and I got through it too. There was a moment when all I wanted to do was go buy some formula and a bottle. I just couldn’t do it though, really it’s not an option in my house. I’m sure we’ll have a few more bumps along the way. Nursing sucks so much at the beginning but soon it’s easy and soon it’s over. I’m going to party very hard when it’s over and then I’m going to CLEANSE and donate blood and smoke heroine. K no Heroine. But I’ve really been wanting to cleanse and donate blood. I’m really rabbit trailing today.
Silas counted to eight yesterday. I don’t know who taught him that. I guess those counting books?? He’s still very clever I guess.
I admire you for wanting to donate blood because I really don’t like to. I did it because my mom had so many transfusions and I wanted to do my part. Mothering keeps changing just like what you say about nursing.
Ahhh, consistency. That’s encouraging…maybe after a million “No Biting” ‘s it will finally start to make sense. When you’re right in the middle of it, it’s hard to see the end, hey?
I couldn’t have said it any better!
actually, I was much like you, I was so stubborn about breast feeding and with some of the kids it very nearly killed me. Lactose intolerance made me live on saltines for about 9 months. I got really skinny then…. hmmmmm…. but I digress.
you’re doing great.
YAY! Hey you! Ya, soooo true eh? Im glad he has come around:)!
P.S. Ireland counted to eight few weeks ago aswell, I also have absolutly no clue where she learnt that! haha they must read the same books:)!! haha! Man, they will have smart babies one day! WOOT! haha
We counted to 8 quite a few times at my house a couple weeks ago. I was exercising him in sets of 8, remember?