She eats...

...and eats and eats… I’m tired. She thinks napping is for losers so she’ll fight it with all her little body and then, after finally succumbing, she’ll wake up too soon, still tired but expecting the milky reward – we all know how exhausting and energy consuming sleeping is, don’t we? Very early on my mum and husband suggested a pacifier. So we bought two. She took one, tried and spit it up. I tried again and again. Each time she’ll take it, try and spit it up. Nothings coming out, so why bother, right? And today, desperate, I tried again. And it made me cried. Why? Well, tiny little baby crying and rooting like a starved woodpecker (45 minutes after an hour long feed, I must add), so I try the pacifier. She takes it, starts seriously sucking on it for a while, then lifts her eyes wide open as if asking “it’s coming, isn’t it, mama?” I say “you’re not really hungry, calm down, you need your sleep”. So she doubles the effort while staring with her wide open, trusting eyes – her mama would try to trick her, the milk will come if she only sucks hard enough… You can imagine what followed…