Beware the ides of March
The hellish blow-out was just the start...
Once I stopped retching and got Jakob bathed and dressed, I put him in his crib while I cleaned up. Amazingly, he fell asleep.
Which meant I got to eat lunch. At 2 pm.
And as I was brushing my teeth, he woke up howling.
I fed him, which calmed him, then got him into his bear coat and carseat. We went out to the dreaded Crocodile - the only store around, it seems, that has the new sippy cups by Dr. Brown's - and then to Granville Island. While I was having a treat (I wanted to pretend we were still in Europe, so had Sachertorte at the culinary school), Jakob fell asleep again (growth spurt?? there is supposed to be one around 6 months, and we know he likes to be early...), only to wake up unhappy in the Kids' Market. I nursed him again. On the way home, he got fussy again; happily, Werner was already home by the time we arrived.
And then the real fussiness began. Jakob was fed, cuddled, cleaned, carried in his Baby Bjorn, and given his medicine, and was still unhappy. He wailed like a colicky newborn. Nothing worked. Werner even put him in his crib to see if he was just overtired, and still he screamed. I fed him again, and even yet he fussed. All other options having failed, we gave him a dose of baby Tylenol and Werner put him back to bed. He eventually fell asleep, apparently knocked out by the Tylenol.
Then I received a shipment of guilt, delivered by email.
We sat down to eat at 8:20. I cried and cried, from exhaustion, frustration, and fresh guilt.
After supper, I hid in the bathtub. Lavender bubble bath (supposedly calming) and a bar of organic (yes, organic) chocolate. It wasn't until I started unwrapping the bar of chocolate that I realised it was a neutraceutical, meant to aid in destressing. And I needed it.
Once I stopped retching and got Jakob bathed and dressed, I put him in his crib while I cleaned up. Amazingly, he fell asleep.
Which meant I got to eat lunch. At 2 pm.
And as I was brushing my teeth, he woke up howling.
I fed him, which calmed him, then got him into his bear coat and carseat. We went out to the dreaded Crocodile - the only store around, it seems, that has the new sippy cups by Dr. Brown's - and then to Granville Island. While I was having a treat (I wanted to pretend we were still in Europe, so had Sachertorte at the culinary school), Jakob fell asleep again (growth spurt?? there is supposed to be one around 6 months, and we know he likes to be early...), only to wake up unhappy in the Kids' Market. I nursed him again. On the way home, he got fussy again; happily, Werner was already home by the time we arrived.
And then the real fussiness began. Jakob was fed, cuddled, cleaned, carried in his Baby Bjorn, and given his medicine, and was still unhappy. He wailed like a colicky newborn. Nothing worked. Werner even put him in his crib to see if he was just overtired, and still he screamed. I fed him again, and even yet he fussed. All other options having failed, we gave him a dose of baby Tylenol and Werner put him back to bed. He eventually fell asleep, apparently knocked out by the Tylenol.
Then I received a shipment of guilt, delivered by email.
We sat down to eat at 8:20. I cried and cried, from exhaustion, frustration, and fresh guilt.
After supper, I hid in the bathtub. Lavender bubble bath (supposedly calming) and a bar of organic (yes, organic) chocolate. It wasn't until I started unwrapping the bar of chocolate that I realised it was a neutraceutical, meant to aid in destressing. And I needed it.
posted by Melanie A at 9:27 a.m.
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