a weird week

So, the day after my last post, Peter was a silent child. Not normal at all. Didn't have much interest in eating till at least midday. Looked lethargic, sleepy, just "out of it." Literally didn't make any noise till a few weak peeps when he was cold after being given a shower and not being dressed yet. (Yes, we just wash him in the shower when the other kids have a shower. No room for a baby tub anyway, and why run a bath in the big tub for one baby?). By Sunday he was at least eating normally, though still sleeping more than usual. Then we had a fussy Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday (without my eating dairy or chocolate...). So I read that soy proteins could be reacted to the same way as dairy proteins (by a baby) because they are structured similarly. And I had soy cheese on my pizza Friday night. Don't know if that had anything to do with it. But then you start second-guessing everything... does soy sauce bother him? Soybeans in mayo? something else entirely? Or was it even something I ate? Maybe he's still getting over whatever mysterious thing was wrong with him Saturday. He didn't have any other symptoms, no vomiting or diarrhea or fever, though he was a little warm that day.

Monday I came down with a cold, which wiped out my energy till Thursday. Not helped by the fact that Peter likes to wake up at 4:00 or 5:00am and fuss till I feed him at 6:00. Poor child. Which means I haven't slept all that well between those hours either. Today being Friday, I'm really tired from not sleeping enough last night, but it's a different tired than the lack of energy from a cold (I think), so I hope I'm getting better.

I need to learn to accept Peter as whoever he is, and not be constantly frustrated that he's not whatever I wish he were. To learn what Paul learned and wrote of in Philippians: "to live is Christ" and therefore, "I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content." He said "Only that in every way... Christ is proclaimed, and in that I rejoice." When Jesus is everything to you, and you are his glad slave, then wherever He puts you, and whatever He gives you to do, it is okay. I can rejoice! O, to live that...