I know that I am a control freak, always have been. I never thought that it carried over to motherhood until recently. I realized my fears of leaving Noah with other people meant that I was losing control of the situation, that if I was with him at all times, I could always be there to make sure he was o.k. . Control freak thought process #2 has to do with eating. Noah is little, at one year he weighed in at a whopping 17 pounds 4 ounces, the exact weight to the ounce that I was at his age. We breed em' tiny! Anyhow, no one but me seems to be concerned. I have made feeding Noah my hobby, my obsession. My mood at any given moment directly correlates to how much he ate at his last meal. I count his calories, slather on butter, cream cheese, olive oil, greek full fat yogurt- I have figured out all the fattening little tricks. Thing is...he is still little. This is yet another thing that I need to give up to the control god's and let them take it from there.
So last night I was happy...you guessed it, Noah ate a huge dinner. Yogurt squeezie and cookie at the grocery store followed by a piece of toast slathered with cream cheese, some squash and corn, and a yogurt for dessert. This may not seem like a lot but for my little bird it was a feast. I had forgotten to give him his vitamins yesterday morning so I attempted to give them to him after dinner. Bad idea. Very bad idea. He gagged as usual, but this time food just POURED out...he puked up everything and anything, and it was everywhere. That whole big lovely dinner was now a pile of puke all over my dining room floor.
Hmmm....serves me right! Noah got a bath and went to bed happy. I on the other hand was upset over what happened, both because it was kind of traumatic to watch my baby throw up like that ( it was the first time) and also because I couldn't stop thinking about all those precious calories, lost.
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