Fuss, Fuss, Fuss
Originally published at The Vintage Wife. You can comment here or there.
Photo taken by my brother
I meant to have at least one post over the last five days, but somehow this week/end got away from me. In the past few days I have been thinking a lot about this whole parenting thing. I know there is no right way to go about it, but I can’t help but constantly be burdened by the nagging question; am I doing what is best for my baby? This sounds completely silly, even to myself. I feel like I have a firm grasp on the way I want to raise her and the choices I have made. Still, this little question persists.
Today has been a stressful day to say the least. Lucy and I had a lovely and relaxing morning at home. She napped in the sling while I was able to rest my legs and catch up on my movie watching. At some point (and maybe I jinxed myself) I even thought to myself how nice it was that she hadn’t cried since yesterday. Around noon we went to my aunt’s house and pretty much the instant we got there she was in hysterics. We got little breaks on and off when she would either cheer up, nurse, or fall asleep for short amounts of time. The majority of the time she was fussing and crying. As soon as we got home though she was happy as a clam. She stayed awake, let mama rest on the sofa for a bit while she hung out in the sling, and even wanted to play a bit. I don’t get it. She does really well when I go out in public to places like stores or restaurants, but as soon as we go to anyone’s home she gets extremely fussy and irritated. Have any of you other mamas out there experienced this before?
My aunt and I also went out and bought her some teething toys, because it is very possible she is already starting to teethe. Russ has noticed it as well. Sometimes the only thing that will calm her down is gnawing on my finger. Russ noticed also that she really likes having him rub her gums.