Well, have now entered hour FOUR of Joseph not calming down, screaming, thrashing and going nuts.
He has eaten, his diaper is clean, he is NOT gassy. I have burped him, rocked him, walked with him. Oh dear God, if this is the start of colic... shoot me now.
I have dinner dishes sitting on the kitchen table ... that Caesar salad I ate will NEVER scrape off of my wooden bowl if I don't get to it soon. My laundry will surely start to smell if I don't get it into the drier soon.
These are the times that I start to feel the walls closing in around me. It gets hard to breathe. I feel the panic welling up in my throat.
Can I please just catch a break a few a good nights in a row?
Thursday, April 17, 2008
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Oh my.... I'm so sorry! I don't know what I can do to help, but as always please let me know if I can! Maybe he just needs a good old fashioned grandma hug :) that always made ME feel better!
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