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Hard knock life

Our little man was not happy last night. Since my tummy was a little

upset, it’s possible his was, too. He fussed. A lot. And I had to work.

So there I was, sitting at my desk, listening to him cry, not able to

do anything to help (Daddy was with him). And even if I had been able

to get away from my desk, what would I do? Is it time to stop picking

him up every time he cries? When do they start learning and taking

advantage of that?

J doesn’t want to get in the habit of having to walk the floor with

the kid. I understand that. But it also kills me to hear him cry for

very long. Really. It feels like someone is ripping my heart out and

*I* start to cry.

So how do you know?

He would manage to be comforted for a bit and then start crying

again. I really think he had some bad gas that was bothering him, as he

eventually settled down after we gave him some mylicon. But it was

quite late before he managed to fall asleep.

And then, mama didn’t get much sleep, because she kept waking up all

night to check on him when he whimpered in his sleep. On top of that, I

had nightmares

when I did sleep. Dreams full of anxiety and drama, most of it about

the baby. Seriously. It even continued into today. I took a nap after

working for a couple of hours this morning, and I woke up twice from

bad dreams. Geez, what is up with that?

Needless to say, I’m pretty tired today AND a bit leery about going to sleep. Isn’t that lovely?