Booster Seat
*sigh* Moved @lilempress to a boostet seat. She really no longer is a baby 
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The Little Empress got her latest round of vaccinations today. Two shots in the right thigh while the medical assistant, my sister and I held her down. Poor thing! I always hate it when she gets shots, even more so now that she’s aware of what’s going on and can clearly show she’s frightened. Despite that, she did well and seemed to show no ill effects of her shots this evening.
A little past midnight, she was up and howling. She was cranky, clearly uncomfortable and HOT to the touch. It didn’t help that it was well over 80F in the bedroom, either. Daddy got her Tylenol but I didn’t remember how much I could give her so downstairs I went to get the laptop which had dosage information. My sister got up to see what was going on and prepared a sippy of cold water and a box of juice.
The poor little thing guzzled some ice cold water and then began wailing again. Then she took some juice and wailed a bit more. She was still burning up so we turned on the fan and gave her a dose of Tylenol, which she hated and immediately threw up back up She took more water and began running around the family room, tormenting the dog. For the next hour or so, she toddled about, cooling down with some water, juice and occasional boobie pit stop. Finally, she tried to nurse herself to sleep, only to find she couldn’t.
That’s when I got our summer wrap out. It has been a few months since I’ve wrapped The Little Empress to sleep. I used to wrap her onto me every night once she fell asleep, and I’d go about and do whatever I needed to do before turning in myself. Since she’s gotten bigger, that has gotten more difficult because she’s would much rather just stretch out on my lap or a comfortable bed. But tonight, still slightly feverish and tired, she happily allowed me to wrap her up, laying her head on my shoulder and falling into a peaceful, deep slumber.
So I am sitting here, at 2:30AM with The Little Empress laying on my chest, sleeping ever so peacefully. Though I wish she wasn’t feeling unwell, I am ever so thankful for the few moments of wrapped snuggle time we’ve had. I’ve missed this so much. Sometimes, I wish I could wear her like this forever.
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One of the many things that being a parent has taught me, it is “judge not, lest ye be judged.” Much like political views, everyone does what they do for a reason, whether or not they know or acknowledge it. Everyone has their differences, what works for one may not work for another yaddayaddayadda.
I practice a lot of so-called “natural” parenting techniques such as babywearing, co-sleeping and allowing my pirahna of a toddler continue to nurse as long as she damn well pleases extended breastfeeding, most of what I do isn’t so much a reflection of my dedication to returning to a more natural, nurturing method of parenting as it is a reflection of the fact that, well, I’m really f*cking lazy sometimes. Babywearing, co-sleeping and letting TLE hang from my boob whenever she wants extended nursing are all quick ways to a very happy baby. Sometimes too happy.
Oddly, my “natural” parenting pretty much end when it comes to food. There was a time when I made all of TLE’s food. I did my best to go as organic as possible. I vowed never to give her junk food, never to start her on the dreaded sugar habit.
Another thing that I’ve learned during my early days as a parent is to never say never. Because “never” eventually yields to either curious or whining child who just wanted to see what it was that Mommy was eating. And all it took was one sip of Coca-cola, one bite of French Fry, one nibble of a Cheeto and The Little Empress was hooked.
These days, TLE has a fascination with straws which is good because she’ll happily drink anything with a straw. The downside is that she gets mad if she’s NOT allowed to drink the yummy drink with the straw and will let out an ear piercing squeal if not allowed to enjoy the lovely drink with a straw. And, as it goes, when you give a baby a sip, she’ll want to hold the cup. For as long as possible. And don’t you dare try to switch it out for something, even if you tell her its hers. Because, silly Mommy, the cup that is hers is the one that is in her hand, who cares if it was Mommy’s drink in the first place.
So these days, I am that Bad Mommy ™ that lets her daughter hang onto a cup that is damn near as big as she is, slurping away happily. Eh, my daughter is happy and healthy and all that matters.
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