For the first time in Brenna’s life, I’m washing bibs on a daily basis.
And when you’ve never before gotten to do something as simple, as “typical,” as wash bibs for your 2-year-old, because she never needed to wear bibs before, you realize that washing bibs is a ritual that you’ve been craving. Washing bibs excites you.
We’re in the middle of Day Four of The Big Tube Wean, and it can best be described as “fair.”
Fair because breakfast has been a battle field, and it took me until today to realize that apparently she’s not going to be starving when she wakes up like a 3-month-old. I’d been trying to rush her straight to the kitchen table after she awoke and got changed, but she was having none of it. And maybe she just won’t be a big breakfast eater. Either way, breakfast has been tempting me to open a wine bottle this week.
Fair because Brenna rapidly lost weight the first two days, and we were beginning to really worry that we were approaching her weight loss maximum too quickly. Again, weight loss is something we expected, but that didn’t save me from a day of worry and frustration yesterday. Thankfully, we had a big celebration last night, when she was only down a tenth of a pound from the night before.
We’ll take these little successes, and we’ll hold on tight to them during the many times we feel like throwing the plate through the window. And we’ll keep praying for more bites. For slow weight loss. For patience and unwavering faith. And for the opportunity to keep washing bibs.