Toby, agent of chaos

We used to have a feeding schedule. We tinkered with it a bit, but we had one. We don't have one anymore. Toby might eat twice in forty minutes, or refuse all food and drink for five hours. He will refuse a bottle (we offer one every three hours at the outside) for ten hours and then drink one down. He will eat nothing, eat a little, eat everything and take seconds and then thirds. Once he actually lapped milk from a saucer, and I cheered; next time, he wouldn't. He might sleep for hours or stay awake for hours. He's weaning, and he's doing it chaotically. Like a toddler, he always manages to get what he needs. We have to trust that. In the meantime, it's a bit hard to get things done.