I used to say that I like them better before they can walk and talk, since that's when they start making messes and talking back, but there's nothing worse then having your baby crying endlessly without knowing how to fix it!
Yesterday was a bit of a rough day. She fussed, she cried, she wiggled, she raged on the boobie. And her poor little tummy gurgled and grouched all through. That's the only reason why we knew it was tummy troubles. She'd go to sleep, then wake up howling. Daddy would take her, change some FULL diapers, rock her to sleep. Then she'd wake up again. She'd nurse, go to sleep, wake up 10 minutes later, wailing. Out comes the gripe water. She'd let out a couple good burps, then some rather impressive toots, then want to nurse again, only to rage on the boobie after 5 minutes. Sigh... Repeat for 7 hours or so. Up until after midnight. Woke up fussing several times, but got back to sleep on her own. If only it was so easy for me.
It still amazes me that someone so little can cause so much havoc! When she's feeling good, she's fabulous. We get wonderful smiles, she seems like she's one step away from laughing and is quite possibly the cutest little creature in existence. Except other people's babies, who are also the cutest little creatures in existence. But when she's upset or not feeling well, she can bring the house down! The cats run, I cry too, and there's James, a mountain of calm in a rocky sea of estrogen. (Hey! You can be poetic on very little sleep!) But thankfully, there's Daddy, who never loses his temper at his ladies and gets up to sooth a little one who seems to be un-soothable. I'm so lucky!
Still, I can't really complain too much. She really is a fabulous baby. For the most part, very easy. We had 8 nights of sleeping 7 hours or more, she nurses well and when her little face lights up in a smile that's just for me, I tear up a little. 'Cause whether she's fussing or smiling, she loves her Mom, and I love her too.
Yesterday was a bit of a rough day. She fussed, she cried, she wiggled, she raged on the boobie. And her poor little tummy gurgled and grouched all through. That's the only reason why we knew it was tummy troubles. She'd go to sleep, then wake up howling. Daddy would take her, change some FULL diapers, rock her to sleep. Then she'd wake up again. She'd nurse, go to sleep, wake up 10 minutes later, wailing. Out comes the gripe water. She'd let out a couple good burps, then some rather impressive toots, then want to nurse again, only to rage on the boobie after 5 minutes. Sigh... Repeat for 7 hours or so. Up until after midnight. Woke up fussing several times, but got back to sleep on her own. If only it was so easy for me.
It still amazes me that someone so little can cause so much havoc! When she's feeling good, she's fabulous. We get wonderful smiles, she seems like she's one step away from laughing and is quite possibly the cutest little creature in existence. Except other people's babies, who are also the cutest little creatures in existence. But when she's upset or not feeling well, she can bring the house down! The cats run, I cry too, and there's James, a mountain of calm in a rocky sea of estrogen. (Hey! You can be poetic on very little sleep!) But thankfully, there's Daddy, who never loses his temper at his ladies and gets up to sooth a little one who seems to be un-soothable. I'm so lucky!
Still, I can't really complain too much. She really is a fabulous baby. For the most part, very easy. We had 8 nights of sleeping 7 hours or more, she nurses well and when her little face lights up in a smile that's just for me, I tear up a little. 'Cause whether she's fussing or smiling, she loves her Mom, and I love her too.
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