That’s how many hours Bella has been crying. And barfing. We’ve passed her off like a football as the two of us try to figure out why on earth she is so unhappy. I’ve managed to even do an entire load of laundry from the clothes she’s puked on today. We all smell like vomit right now.
It’s 12:00 am. I’m fried and all I can think about is that I have to do this ALL NIGHT with her. I’m washing burp cloths because I know I’ll need at least one per feeding. I have swaddled, swung, and put her in a sling, I have walked and burped her, Sam has held her, changed her, soothed her. We have used the 5 S’s from the Happiest Baby on the Block (we have the Angriest Baby on the Block.) I have no more tricks. I feel awful that my child seems to be in pain and there is nothing I can do except wait it out.
It’s just one of those nights. At times like these I thank God that I do not have to get up and go to work tomorrow. And I also have more admiration for the moms that do. I am grateful for my husband who does his fair share at home and works.
She is quiet now, has found her hands and is working on getting the whole thing into her mouth. I think we’re both waiting for her to have another spasm of rage, but until then I’m going to just get ready for bed and a long night.