Last night was the most tiring night so far. Apart from battling the usual problem of my low milk supply and Joash's ferocious appetite, he developed a new problem.
After feeding Joash for the usual few hours in the late afternoon, he got so desperate for milk that he bit my nipples! (Ouch!) So I gave him formula though I usually only do that at night. Thinking that he would be happily sleeping for the next three hours as per normal after formula, I went to him three hours later to change his diapers. To my horror, Joash had regurgitated a large amount of milk all over the cot!
God must have been with me as I calmly took out the beddings and asked my husband to throw them into the washing machine. We cleaned the cot out and changed him. We thought that it was all over but that was simply the beginning of our sleepless night.
Joash could not feed well and kept crying. We did everything we knew might soothe him: changed his diapers, fed him formula, carried and rocked him to sleep and sang to him. But nothing worked. It was then my husband brilliantly suggested that we tap his stomach to see if he had gas. The hollow sound we heard when I tapped him herald the bad news.
We spent the whole night massaging his stomach, burping him and exercising his legs. It was long and tedious work. Bit by bit, we heard him burp and fart and he gradually became calmer. By then, it was nearly morning. I didn't even have the time or energy to eat my midnight meal.
Never had I felt that the verse in Ecclesiastes 4:9 "Two are better than one" more poignant. Joshua and I took turns to rest a while and we somehow survived the night without me losing my cool. (Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! It's a miracle!)
Learning from other people's experiences, there will be many more great challenges ahead of us as Joash grows older. I can only cling on to God's wonderful promise that His grace is sufficient for me.
After feeding Joash for the usual few hours in the late afternoon, he got so desperate for milk that he bit my nipples! (Ouch!) So I gave him formula though I usually only do that at night. Thinking that he would be happily sleeping for the next three hours as per normal after formula, I went to him three hours later to change his diapers. To my horror, Joash had regurgitated a large amount of milk all over the cot!
God must have been with me as I calmly took out the beddings and asked my husband to throw them into the washing machine. We cleaned the cot out and changed him. We thought that it was all over but that was simply the beginning of our sleepless night.
Joash could not feed well and kept crying. We did everything we knew might soothe him: changed his diapers, fed him formula, carried and rocked him to sleep and sang to him. But nothing worked. It was then my husband brilliantly suggested that we tap his stomach to see if he had gas. The hollow sound we heard when I tapped him herald the bad news.
We spent the whole night massaging his stomach, burping him and exercising his legs. It was long and tedious work. Bit by bit, we heard him burp and fart and he gradually became calmer. By then, it was nearly morning. I didn't even have the time or energy to eat my midnight meal.
Never had I felt that the verse in Ecclesiastes 4:9 "Two are better than one" more poignant. Joshua and I took turns to rest a while and we somehow survived the night without me losing my cool. (Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! It's a miracle!)
Learning from other people's experiences, there will be many more great challenges ahead of us as Joash grows older. I can only cling on to God's wonderful promise that His grace is sufficient for me.
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