After three attempts, Daisy is now happily chugging down two ounces of formula at a time, as well as breast feeding, and it seems to knock her out a bit. She sleeps for six hours, which is incredibly rare, and I’m torn between being sad that she needs the formula and being glad that she’ll take it.
We go to Chedraui, the big hypermarket, to buy more feeding bottles etc. They all carry a health warning here, saying “Remember, breast milk is the best start to life”, which doesn’t make me feel much better.
I understand why they ban advertising of baby milk, and why they keep it on the top shelf in the chemist, the dirty secret equivalent of a dirty magazine, but it doesn’t help your confidence if you’ve done absolutely your best to feed your baby nothing but breast milk and you still need the stuff.
At Chedraui, we also buy Daisy some new clothes, as she doesn’t have quite enough here that fit her. We could have bought her a little pumpkin outfit, with matching pumpkin underwear for me, as Mexico gears up for its big autumn festival, La Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead).
The festival is 1st and 2nd of November, but seems to be becoming rapidly hijacked by American Halloween on the 31st. Mexicans will buy sugar skulls and visit the graves of their ancestors to eat on the 1st and 2nd (1st for the infant dead, and the second for other relatives), but they will also don plastic masks and go trick or treating.
We buy decorated sugar skulls for our neighbours, Nell and Adrian, because we are going to dinner with them. We also find a selection of horrid Mexican clothes for Daisy, that make her look like a shop assistant. She needs to hurry up and grow so she fits into her next set of outfits.
The clothes and toys in Mexico have great slogans on them. We are tempted to buy a toy helicopter that says “To and fro trickling of person. Unconventionality trickling in all directions”. Baffling.
There is also a green plastic dinosaur with the catchphrase “Band your eyes on the funny toys”. At a guess, they are made in Japan.
Dinner with our Dutch neighbours is marred by a serious incident of Daisy rage, as her system gets to grips with the new milk and she continues on her mission to never sleep, ever. We get her back to our flat, but she only gets sleepy when I lie her next to me and cuddle her while we watch telly. I lift her into her crib with her eyes half open and she finally goes out like a light.
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Hugs - I tried really hard to get the breast is best/don't feel guilty if you just can't messages balanced, but it's really hard when we're still banging on about it constantly. Just remember, you've done your best, and your best *is* good enough. So there :)
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