I was a fool to think switching the baby to cow’s milk would go off without a hitch. A damn fool.
You would think she’d welcome the taste of milk after the stinkfest that is Alimentum formula, but no, neither man, woman, nor beast can force this girl to drink her milk.
I knew there would be a slight transition phase, but her sisters never had a problem with the switch as a whole. But then again, she is nothing like her sisters. There’s just something about the taste of milk that she doesn’t like and she outright refuses to partake in a single drop. I even tried chocolate syrup in her milk, which was the only way bg2 would take her milk as a toddler, but to no avail.
When she was all kinds of fussy at night from what I knew was hunger, I had no choice but to break it the formula, which she happily chugged down in her own way, which meant drinking a couple ounces and making me sit up the rest of the night trying to force feed her the rest, prompting this post. Just like old times.
Oh why must she make me constantly worry whether or not she’s getting all her nutrients and vitamins?! I already know she’s not getting enough calories, but I’ve (somewhat) made my peace with the fact that she’s extremely small for her age (even though, trust me, it’s a struggle on any given day), but it’s the nutrients in worried about. As far as I know, I should be mostly concerned with vitamin D & calcium. She’s been taking vitamin D supplements with her formula for awhile now and we’re going to continue with that. I just have to make sure she’s getting enough calcium and I haven’t been nearly as diligent with her cheese and yogurt as I should be, which I’m going to change.
I swear, I don’t know what I was thinking, hoping that it would eventually get easier with this girl. She always makes me feel like a first-time mother with all of her issues and my having no clue how to handle it all. I love her to death and beyond, but she never fails to solidify our decision that we’re done having kids. She’s aged me 10 years this past one from all the stress and worry.
I’m really not complaining, even though it may seem like it. I’m merely a frustrated mother needing to let it all out so she can breathe again. Clearing my head helps me put things in perspective and realize that yes, it definitely doesn’t get any easier, but somehow, we will pull through. I just want bg3 to be healthy, to grow up strong and smart, like any mother would.
I may worry and stress a lot, but I do it with love so that’s gotta count for something, right?