I appreciate baby growth spurts in theory, but abhor them in actuality. I get that babies have these periods where they eat A LOT and fuss more because their bodies are going through profound growth. I get it. I really do. And if I weren't so intimately acquainted with it right now, I might even go so far as to say that I'm rather fascinated by this whole process. It's like witnessing Growth right before your eyes. Pretty cool stuff.
But Growth Spurt Genie, if you're reading this, listen up. I hate you.
I hate that you've replaced our sweet baby with a fussing, crying, ravenous Tasmanian Devil incarnate. I hate that I've had to give up my play time with Sophie in exchange for long periods of shushing and soothing her while she cries like she's having an existential meltdown. And so if you'd like to get back into my good graces before manifesting again for Sophie's 6-month growth spurt, you'd better return our daughter back to her normal self. I am a woman surviving on little sleep and exhausted from frequent feeds. I am constantly thirsty and hungry and feel like a pig (or a cow, depending on the situation). I am not happy. And you don't want to mess with Serene Koh when she's not happy. So yes, Growth Spurt Genie, be afraid, be very afraid...
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You know who you sound like? You sound like Miss Honey's father from Matilda. "Agatha, this is Magnus. This is Magnus and you better believe it. Give my Jenny
back her house. Give my Jenny the house then get out of here. If you don’t, I will come and get you. I will come and get you like you got me. I am watching you Agatha."
HAHAHAHA. I love Matilda btw, we memorised this whole portion. :)
I can only say -- with the one month old attached to me, fussing nonstop -- that I entirely agree.
~ Eva
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