This weekend was an exercise in limits and patience. Both of which were pushed to the limits for me, particularly yesterday.
Dylan is still not feeling too hot. He’s still been throwing up and had the runs a bit but by far and large he is better than he was before. The problem is, he’s been very inable to indicate what he wants so instead he just cries, and cries, and then screams. After awhile, it really is a problem for me.
I have struggled a GREAT deal with this. I understand that as an infant he has no way to communicate his issue to me so it comes out in tears and screams but it doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.
Thankfully, Tamara was around and I just stepped away for a few minutes, gathered my composure, and went back into it. It’s very hard to just walk away but it’s better than the alternative. After all, he is just a child and he is just frustrated.
Pulled from Dylan's blog. Read the original post here
