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It's 5 am. Isis just fell back asleep. She was up for about an hour half babbling half whimpering because she was bored, so I came out here so Tad can sleep. It's times like these that I almost want her to start crying so I can go in there and give her a hug. But now she is asleep and I am not. Partly because someone just rattled the front door and it scared the bajesus outta me. It was just some stupid flyer guy, but my adrenaline doesn't seem to know that yet.
I love love love Isis. She is my AngelPie. My PumpkinPie. My MonkeyButt. My Bunny. She was driving me crazy yesterday. It was just her and I for 12 hours yesterday from the time she woke up until shortly before bed time. She doesn't nap very much and she's started fussing when I'm not holding her. I love her and I play with her plenty, but I'm not going to spend 24 hours a day holding her. And she's started teething. So sometimes she is just whimpering to be a butt, and sometimes she is screaming from pain and there is nothing I can do about it. I snuggle her and give her everything I can think of to put in her mouth, and give her some homeopathic remedy. Sometimes that stuff helps sometimes not so much. Yesterday they did not. The only thing that helped her was some boob time. So I gave it to her and she fell asleep.
This is an "easy" baby?
By the time Tad finally got home last night I was so frazzled. During her last nursing time I started talking to Tad about how irritable I was and how guilty I was feeling and I just started crying out of frustration and Isis stopped nursing and looked at me and reached for my face as if to remind me how much I love being with her,
I do love being with her.
I love love love Isis. She is my AngelPie. My PumpkinPie. My MonkeyButt. My Bunny. She was driving me crazy yesterday. It was just her and I for 12 hours yesterday from the time she woke up until shortly before bed time. She doesn't nap very much and she's started fussing when I'm not holding her. I love her and I play with her plenty, but I'm not going to spend 24 hours a day holding her. And she's started teething. So sometimes she is just whimpering to be a butt, and sometimes she is screaming from pain and there is nothing I can do about it. I snuggle her and give her everything I can think of to put in her mouth, and give her some homeopathic remedy. Sometimes that stuff helps sometimes not so much. Yesterday they did not. The only thing that helped her was some boob time. So I gave it to her and she fell asleep.
This is an "easy" baby?
By the time Tad finally got home last night I was so frazzled. During her last nursing time I started talking to Tad about how irritable I was and how guilty I was feeling and I just started crying out of frustration and Isis stopped nursing and looked at me and reached for my face as if to remind me how much I love being with her,
I do love being with her.