Day 37 - We fear change.

So Ellie has a new trait that has recently developed and it's one that I'm certainly not very fond of.  And it seems to very much be a fear of change.  Now, I realize that is definitely a super broad thing and I probably shouldn't criticize her too much for it.  After all, no one likes change at all.  Not to mention the whole "Jesse, she's only a baby" issue at play as well.  Regardless, it's not necessarily my favorite development of hers.

I think one of the root causes for this new issue is based around her new bottles.  This week we started her on a bigger bottle, both in capacity and nipple size, than she has been taking.  Pretty much, I wanted to be able to put more than four ounces of milk in a bottle for her at one time.  Plus, if I overfilled the old ones, then Ellie and I both just ended up damp from a leaky bottle.  With the weather changing, who wants to be sitting around in a milk-soaked shirt waiting for it to dry?  Her mouth has definitely gotten bigger, so the bigger nipple on the bottle was a must as well.  Unfortunately, Ellie has not enjoyed her new bottles nearly as much as I have.  

The past couple of days, she has woken up for her lunch feeding while I'm in the shower.  I even switched the time between yesterday and today to try and outthink her but it didn't work.  Guess I got kind of cocky after outsmarting her on Monday.  By the time I reached her both days, her ravenous hunger had made her so angry that logic could not calm her.  Especially when you consider that like any evil father, I changed her diaper and took her out of her pajamas before she ate.  Once I provided her with the bottle, her response was to up her screaming to a decibel level where my ears actually wanted to bleed.  They didn't, but I can't imagine that it would have taken much more to push them to that point.  In addition to that, she's also taken to wanting to cause pain to others when upset.  She actually probably doesn't intend to take it that far, but by the time she's pulled my hair, attempted to rip a mole off my neck, and scratched up my face, I'm feeling like I just got done attempting to feed a baby velociraptor.

So Ellie is going to turn into one of those? Not Chris Pratt, the raptors...

The weirdest thing about the whole deal is how Ellie's personality literally changes on a dime.  I was looking her in the eye talking to her and returning her smiles when all of a sudden she's burst into uncontrollable screaming.  The way I figure it, there are really only two options.  Number one being she's a baby and that's kind of what they do.  Number two being much more realistic in my opinion; she took me showing my teeth while smiling as a sign of aggression and her fight or flight reflexes kicked in. 

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