Murphy’s law

This morning had so much promise. We finally moved the baby monitor to Jon’s side of the bed because he is the one that gets up and gets her diaper changed in the morning. Why should I listen to the whining in my ear and not him? If I am the one who gets up to get her, eating has to come first. That is the nature of breast feeding, the complete mind-losing that a baby goes through in the morning when they see/smell their mom. 

Anyway, after a rough evening of teething, she slept from 6:45-6:30, no complaints here! Jon gets up, changes her diaper, I feed her, he utters the words “do you want to go back to sleep?” around 715, to which the answer is “seriously?” and I sleep until 8 while he plays with and feeds the baby applesauce. It was glorious. Then I woke up…

The eye rubbing and yawning has begun, signaling an early nap. She’s not quite ready so we play for a little bit, read a couple stories, change a diaper, and then I try to rock her. She’s already crying and arching her back and looking at her crib so I figure, ok, she wants to go to sleep. Laying her down in the crib, the crying escalates to full on melt down. I leave the room for a minute (sometimes this helps) and am informed that the cat has inhaled her food and already puked twice, Jon has cleaned said puke up. Yay! I go back to the baby and try rocking again. I try teething rings, we land on Sophie, and Sophie is annihilated for a few minutes but doesn’t do the trick.

This is from last night but, you get the gist. Note the red splotchy face but the smile on it. She wants to be happy!

This is from last night but, you get the gist. Note the red splotchy face but the smile on it. She wants to be happy!


We do Hyland’s teething tabs, no use, and finally give her a little Tylenol. She continues to scream. We’ve been at this since 8:30 and it is now 9am, Tylenol has had 15 minutes to work, but isn’t. She keep screaming, I keep holding her, we keep trying, she eventually falls asleep. For 20 minutes.

During these 20 minutes I manage to eat something, but only after I clean up yet another cat puke, on the ottoman. Where did this come from Lucy? Where?

Peacefully sleeping after she emptied her insides.

Peacefully sleeping after she emptied her insides.

 Then the cat stops resting and begins to stalk me on my way to go get the baby who has started to cry again. I move my leg out of harms way and catch my toe on the wall (it is still swelling). Cursing quietly, i limp to her room and pick her up, determine a diaper change is again necessary, and lay her on the changing table, which results in a new onslaught of screaming. I get her diaper off (cloth), and set it aside, where the little baby poop that is on it proceeds to roll off the diaper and fall behind the dresser. Now I’m torn in horror between pulling out the dresser and picking up the poop, or picking up the screaming baby (who knows how long it will take to comfort her!?) and I just can’t. I strap her in and deposit the poop into the toilet, check her temperature, finish the diaper change, and pick her up.

While I’m nursing her I call the pediatrician because 100.2 seems high for having taken Tylenol, and now I am on fever watch. She’s been sleeping for 2 hours now, in just a diaper because it’s warm outside but additionally, she is sweaty today, furthering my suspicions that something else is going on. When she wakes up, we’re trekking somewhere that has ibuprofen (because Tylenol is bull sh*t) to maybe actually bring the fever down, and then we will be on air conditioned fever watch for the rest of the afternoon (Target seems like a fun trip for us both, I went yesterday but forgot my list, my coupons, they didn’t have the cat food we use, they didn’t have the moisturizer I used to buy there, and I ended up leaving target with eggs and butter…so disappointing).Doc said to keep an eye on the fever after ibuprofen and watch for other symptoms. I just want to FIX it. Welcome to motherhood I suppose.



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