We had several good days and nights in the past week. Then yesterday at 10 a.m., Claire began to cry loudly and angrily. I knew why. She was working on a Superpoop. She screamed and sobbed for an hour, then fell asleep in my friend’s arms (who happened to arrive just as it started, so we took turns holding her). Then at 11:30 a.m., just as I was about to run errands, she woke up and let out the loudest series of farts, followed by the sound of poop production. Ick, I know, but it was hilarious, actually. Especially when I said to my friend, “Well, I’m off now, have fun!” (Then I offered to take care of the diaper anyway, but my friend shooed me off.)
Claire has been increasing her intake from an average of 18 ounces a day to about 21 ounces, and it stresses her digestion, so we have episodes of this. Lots of times while she’s eating, she has to pause to attend to business on the other end, and sometimes she pulls off the bottle entirely, wanting to eat still but unable to continue (pain? strain?) and angry that she can’t. The vibrating bouncer seat usually shakes her loose. Problem is, crying episodes sometimes happen in the wee hours of the 2/3/4 a.m. feeding. She was up at 2 a.m. this time; husband came to bed at 5:45 a.m. saying it was my turn (I wish he’d gotten me at 5 a.m.) and that she’d been screaming for an hour and that, though exhausted, she wouldn’t stay asleep. He could barely string words together to make the sentences, and yet he has to go to work too.
By the time I got to her, she was hungry again. I fed her and cuddled, then put her in the swing pleading with her to sleep. She was awake for half an hour, but quiet, then dozed for half an hour, and now she’s awake again. Oy. She will be 11 weeks old on Saturday. I’m beginning to suspect that the magical change at three months that everyone promises is not going to happen for us. Yesterday at the grocery store a couple in line had a cute baby, and I asked how old. They said she was four weeks old, and then proudly shared that she’d started sleeping through the night. I turned green with envy.
I’m really glad my mother-in-law is coming.
Do NOT listen to people who brag their child is sleeping through the night. It may well be true, but that just means there is some other hell their child puts them through.
That couple at the grocery store? They are eating their words for Thanksgiving, trust me. Since you told me Claire is precociously mobile (errr. . . make that “genius”), her own mobility will start to help her out. Never are three steps taken forward in this business. Bring on the hot totties!
What’s on the schedule for today? Want some chocolate cake??