Poor Caleb got sick last night, vomitting. It was definitely not your regular old spit up, and I immediately feared it was a milk allergy. As a baby I could not even put milk in my mouth, I would immediately spew it out.(so I’ve been told) And apparently Dean’s brother did the same thing as a baby. So I was very worried Caleb would have a similar allergy. But we have since not given him any more formula, I have resorted back to pumping and actually had him latched on the breastfeed once since then. But my supply is dwindling down so we may have to do another test run with the formula and if anything find out that he is indeed allergic to it. I was a wreck when he was sick though, I completely blamed myself, I mean he had just completed a bottle of breastmilk and I took all the blame for making the decision to have tried the formula the feeding prior to that. But he is fine now and I am sure even if he is allergic to milk he will survive just like I did when I was a baby.
The packing is definitely well under way. I am so surprised how at much we have gotten done. I actually helped yesterday. The saddest part was taking the crib apart, Caleb currently sleeps with us or in the cradle. But we have the nursery painted so cute and his crib was all set with the John lennon set, and now we will have to do it all over again! Oh well, now we can make sure the next time it looks even better! I should have listened to Dean when he said we shouldnt paint, but we got to enjoy it for a month or two! Too bad Caleb hasnt gotten to!
It’s down to 8 days before we are in Baltimore! The more boxes we pack the realer it seems. In the meantime Dean and I have had a rough few days, I’ve not felt well and between lack of sleep, working, and then coming home to pack he isnt in too happy a mood all the time either. So we’ve tried to get along but I think the stress is getting to us. I almost cried last night when I realized he’d fallen fast asleep and hadnt even muttered a good night or anything. We are always very good about cuddling and saying good night, and oh dont forget our good night kiss. So I was so upset with him but I know it’s not his fault. He is working so hard for this move and for us, I appreciate it, but then again I didnt ask for the move or all the stress accompanied with it. I am sure we will both be glad once we are there and laying down to sleep in our comfy bed our first night back to Balto. Dean was so tired from all the moving and the rough night we had that he went into work late. He never does that. So I know it must be getting to him. Thanks honey for working so hard to get it all done!! Tomorrow night no packing! We are going out to dinner with theater friends for a last good bye! I dont know which will be more draining, packing or saying good bye!
