I woke Dekker up from a deep sleep at 1:00 this afternoon. He was a bit fidgety while I changed his diaper. I know most kids are, but he seemed pretty unhappy and out of sorts. He got through the whole thing and burst into tears right when I finished doing up the sides. Big crocodile tears. I carried him out to the dining room and instead of leaning towards his high chair like usual, he clung to me and cuddled right in. I asked him if he was hungry and he shook his head. He turned down his supper the night before, and now several hours later, he still didn’t want to eat. I know he’s been teething so we haven’t been pushing him too terribly hard to eat perfectly. But not eating at all is a whole different thing. I carried him over to the fridge and offered him some milk but he declined. He didn’t even want to lift his head up to look at himself in the mirror. If you’ve ever seen him in front of a mirror, he’s quite a card. So this was really out of character for him. I finally strapped him into his high chair, kicking and screaming and reaching for me. It was awful. I bawled.
Thus began a very difficult day for both he and I that I’m not completely ready to talk about yet. Maybe more tomorrow. But we survived, with each others help.
Cuddles make everyone feel better.