I weaned my baby boy yesterday. He was fine during the day and didn’t cry at all. He slept on his back during his nap and started playing as soon as he woke up. Although he got addicted to milk several times during the process, it was bitter and he didn't dare to eat it.
The most difficult thing is at night, when he is still asleep and awake, he has to nurse, and if he cannot feed, he cries. After nine o'clock in the evening, he played in bed for a while and fell asleep because he was too sleepy. We didn't dare to touch him, so we moved close to him and covered him with a quilt. Around 11 o'clock, he woke up and cried loudly. I couldn't comfort him no matter what. I gave him milk. It was so painful that he cried even more. I didn't want anything. I kept crying until he woke up. I found a pacifier, played with it and fell asleep again. I woke up again after one o'clock, this time crying so heartbrokenly that the building almost collapsed. Give cake, but don’t eat, give water, don’t drink, give Shuangwaiwai, don’t drink, give Nutrition Express, don’t drink, give fruit, don’t eat, give toys, throw them away… don’t eat anything, don’t want anything, usually like it He didn't want anything at this time. It means crying, sucking milk, it is bitter, and I dare not eat it. As long as I hold him, I have to hold him on the ground and walk. But when I held him, he struggled hard on the ground. I couldn't hold him, and I was so upset by him that I threw him to the ground. His father refused to hug him, and then stretched out his hand for me to hug him. I hugged him, but he struggled again and threw him on the bed. He cried even harder, his face was red and his neck was thick, and he was sweating profusely from crying. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I was ready to give up on weaning. I washed away the bitter weaning water, but it was still bitter even after washing it many times. Even after I rubbed it with sugar, it still tasted bitter. I gave it to the waiter, but he didn’t dare to eat it.
I carried him to the living room. He was crying and pointing at the curtains, and he couldn't speak. I thought he was going to open the window, but when he opened it, he still cried. Thinking he wanted the toy under the window, he gave it and threw it away. It took me a long time to find out that he was going to turn on the TV, so I turned on the TV and played a square dance for him. Then he woke up crying. Although he was still sobbing, he stopped struggling. I held him and watched TV, and his dad gave him all kinds of food, but he didn't want anything. After a while, he sat on the bench and watched TV by himself. I put the snack bag in front of him and he took a cookie by himself. I opened it and ate a few, and gave him some Nutritional Express. It was past two o'clock, and he no longer just grabbed me and refused to let go. It had been a long time since I had stayed up late, and I was dizzy. His dad watched TV with him, and I lay in bed. After a while, his father coaxed him to carry him on his back, and I helped him carry him. I fell asleep after three o'clock. I put it gently on the bed and hummed twice. I couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep. We quickly followed him to sleep.
I woke up again after five o'clock, and this time he didn't cry as hard as last time. When I gave him milk, he didn't dare to eat it, but he wanted to eat it and cried loudly. I carried him to the living room. This time I knew he was going to watch TV, so I turned on the TV and coaxed him for a while, so he stopped crying. I carry him to the toilet, and he likes to step on cockroaches the most. He pretends there are cockroaches there and tells me to step on them, and then he goes to the ground by himself. I heated porridge for him, ate some biscuits, drank some drinks, and took him to bed to play. I found toys for him, including a small microphone. He sang "Tick-Toot, Tick-Toot". Although he couldn't understand what he was singing, he sang happily and asked me to open the national karaoke song to sing for him. I have a splitting headache and am so sleepy, but I still want to play with him. The main problem is that the milk is swollen and painful when touched. When he eats, he feels that there is no milk. If he doesn't eat, he still has a lot of milk. He feels that the milk tea has no effect. It was past seven o'clock and the waiter was still awake. He woke up his father and played with him while I lay down for a while. I have a headache, but I can't sleep even if I lie down. His father carried him on his back and fell asleep for a while. I also fell asleep quickly. I guess he woke up again within an hour.
When he woke up, he wanted me to hold him and coax him for a long time before he stopped crying. It was almost nine o'clock in the morning. Yell the boss to get up and play with the waiter. His dad cooked breakfast for them, but I didn’t dare to eat it because I was afraid of making more milk. I just wanted to sleep. After eating, he called his father to go to bed. He probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. I'm so sleepy too, I really want to sleep. After getting the husband's consent, he called the waiter's grandma to come and take him for a while. After the grandma came, the waiter started to pinch her again. I coaxed him by saying that I would take him out to play and buy some daddy before following him. I asked the boss to accompany him so that he could play for a while longer. But at this time, although I had a headache, I couldn't sleep. I counted hundreds of sheep and didn't fall asleep. Staying up late is too painful...