Above is a photo of Keith, Gage and Bo. At this time Gage was about to be turning two and Bo was already a couple of weeks old.
Are you noticing how tiny he still was?
Every time Bo fights me on a feeding, I am reminded of that time. I am reminded of all the time since then. I guess you could call it "Bo Feeding Anxiety". As you know, he is sick right now. He is not fighting the feedings, but he is falling asleep during each and every one. Basically this means that I am feeding him and ounce or two per hour. If this were Gage, I would push the fluids when he was awake, but would let him ride out the illness for the most part. Even Cote has a little tummy pudge to spare ;) Not Bo. We have been fighting to get some meat on his bones since he was born... thus the "Bo Feeding Anxiety". Yes I chose to refuse the feeding tubes and yes I chose to not go to the doctor every time they get sick. I have no problem fighting my with kids, but that doesn't mean I don't get scared. I get scared every single time they get sick or run a temp.
So basically we have a lot of Pediasure, Pedialyte and chicken broth feedings going on in this house. A very cranky Bo Bear is hating every second of it.
All I can do is remind myself that everything I do is for the greater good.
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