This is the face I got to see all day yesterday. Let's rewind to 5:30am when my daughter was normal....
I fed her as if it were any other day then put her back to bed only to be woken up at 7ish to her crying - no that's not right - full on WAILING. I changed her diaper, tried giving her another bottle, nothing worked. Her nose was running, she was hacking, her eye was full of goop but she didn't have a fever so the pediatrician said let it run it's course. Thanks dude - do you want to come over and hang out with us while it "runs it's course"? This went on until after noon when she finally calmed down enough to take a bottle only to project it's contents halfway across the room. She finally fell asleep long enough for me to call my sister-in-law to chat which was interrupted by knocking at the door followed by the dog barking. Then the screaming started all over again. To make matters worse, I started her on different diapers which she pooped out the sides and back of one time and leaked out of another time. There was no "three strikes" for me - after two failed attempts I opened another brand new pack of diapers and threw the old brand in the Goodwill pile. When Mike walked through the door at 5:53pm, the dog puked all over the basement. I handed the baby over and locked myself in the bathroom, took a shower until the hot water ran out, and emerged to quiet house that smelled like Spot Shot. They WOULD be angels for their father. We ordered pizza and I didn't hear another peep out of her until she woke up at 6:00 this morning.
So what did I learn from all of this?
- A diaper is not just a diaper. I will NEVER use anything other than Pampers Swaddlers.
- Lily is not the only one who has projectile vomiting down to a science. Diesel is pretty good at it too.
- I wish my sister-in-law wasn't five hours away. It would be much easier to laugh, cry, and bitch over coffee.
- My sweet baby girl can be the devil.
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