But then she hit me where it hurts most the most the next day -- the boob (sorry if that's a little too much information, but it is what it is). She fussed at me and spent just about every hour wanting to feed then she decided she liked being right then and would start just pacifying, which can get painful after awhile. I knew she was tired, yet she refused to go. I tried the port-a-crib, the bouncer, the swing, the boppy. Nothing was working. I finally relented and put her in the jeep carrier because we had now gotten to the point where she was overly tired and just needed sleep. Our day was spent with her fussing at me, wanting to feed all the time and sleeping in the jeep carrier.
The next day (Wednesday) really wasn't much better. She refused to go down for a nap and got herself overly tired. No matter what I tried she wasn't happy. I kept feeding her because it seemed to be the only thing to make her content. I finally conquered the sleeping by letting her fall asleep on the boob, which I hate doing for the record. But sometimes you have to do what you have to do.
I could recount every moment, but you get the gist. This week has been rough. This week has been all about the growth spurt. But then suddenly as if I was given a different baby, I had...well, a different baby. She was fussing at me all day. She wasn't screaming. She wasn't spending all day eating. She was happy. She was smiling at me even. Like I said a whole new baby.
Normally I'm super excited about Friday because that means the weekend and Rob can give me a break during the day, but not this weekend. Even with my happier baby, this mama can still use a break occasionally. Rob has drill, which means I won't be getting that weekend break. But hey, since I have a happier baby, my days aren't quite so bad.
I'm definitely glad to have the 6-week growth spurt behind us (I hope it really is behind us).
Happy Friday!
Have a good weekend!
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