Did you know there is an actual hormonal reaction that each mother experiences when she hears her child cry? This hormone causes an uncomfortable sensation in the mother, causing a chemical reaction followed by yet another hormonal reaction that sends the message to let her milk down. All of this happens in a matter of light seconds, however, if the child screams and cries for what appears to be no apparent reason during the course of 2 whole days and nights, the mother is in a continuous state of being "uncomfortable" or so that is the word the books use. "Uncomfortable," might be better expressed as "Agonizing."
This was our first melt down, and god help me, may it be our last!
Tuesday morning Juani work up fussy. It was a morning almost like any other morning, minus the fussiness. We woke up, listened to our mobile so mom could get dressed, drank mate, and went back to sleep.
The morning was not the problem, it was by the time we had made it to the afternoon, and I was suppose to begin my working, that he had successfully gone down for some 10 odd naps, only to wake up 15-30 minutes later. By nightfall, he was disastrously tired and made for an awful night. After finally getting him to go to sleep, (on my chest) I prayed for a better day to come.
On Wednesday morning, we picked up right where we had left off and by noon I was in tears and wondering why on earth I ever wanted to be a mother. I could suddenly understand how a mother might harm her own child, should she lack self control, as it is such a feeling of desperation that takes over, I have never felt so helpless in all my life.
Is is possible for an earth angel to suddenly become possessed by the devil overnight?
Needless today I did not get much work done this day either...
Then Thursday morning brought new light. Juani woke up all smiles and giggles, he didn't cry even once throughout the day, he slept an average of an hour and a half each nap and I was able to make up my lost hours of work. That night, Juani slept for 4 hours straight! 4 whole hours!!
Oh and mom, the rocking chair has been a miracle! A god damned miracle! We merely have to touch our butt to the wooden seat and in a matter of seconds we are in dreamland. Thank you soooooo much!
P.S.
In case you thought that ugly days make for ugly kids, you are wrong my friend...here are the latest of the cutest boy I know.
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