Violet has been inexplicably fussy the past few evenings. Her mood’s even-keeled all day, but when the sun goes down, it shifts. Full belly, dry diaper, a good burp – her needs are met, and still she fusses. She’s not in meltdown, but she’s not happy. Walking with her face-out, sitting up against my stomach will keep her calm for a bit, but it’s a temporary fix. Linda did some reading today, and it could be reflux, or it could be something Linda ate. The book said breastfeeding mothers should avoid dairy and wheat – with Linda being vegan/gluten-free that’s no problem - but she should also steer clear of soy, beans, cabbage-type vegetables, broccoli, chocolate, tomatoes, onions, and spices. That’s a good chunk of what we eat, but to ease her mind, Linda told me to hide the chocolate (there is no bigger sign that Linda loves Violet than her willingness to forego chocolate). I’m skeptical of the reflux theory because it’s just after as I type this, and Violet is sleeping next to me on the couch, nestled in pillow and blanket. The dust buster settled her tonight and last night; the loud drone of its motor soothes her like nothing else. Could the noise take her attention away from the pain of reflux? Seems unlikely. Still, I feel like a cheater using it. Some part of me feels that we should figure this out without a mechanical crutch. The rest of me already has the dust buster on the charger, making sure it’s juiced up for tomorrow night.
69 days old