From pulling my hair out!
Okay..well not literally pulling my hair out because that would totally hurt, but Zoe is giving me the flux!
Gone are the days of the super chill baby who smiled a lot and was just happy to cuddle with Mommy. Gone are the days where I could surround her with toys and peek over to see her happily playing and cooing. And gone are the days where Mommy’s milk was all she needed for nourishment and comfort. Now, those days have been replaced with a pushy, demanding, insatiable little monster.
This morning was the worst yet. She awoke and cried out for us to bring her to bed to nurse; no surprise there, but after nursing she cued up the yelling. Not just an ordinary cry, but a consistent, full volume, from the depths of her bowels cry.
I read to her, but it only momentarily curbed her frustration. I thought she was still hungry, so I shoveled Banana Mango puree into her mouth, but she continued yelling between spoon-fulls. When the blasted puree ran out, I whipped out the yogurt snacks; but still, the fury persisted. I even let her play with her toys, but I still came up short. Finally, at my wits end and totally confused, I put her to bed slightly earlier than her typical morning nap time.
She’s asleep now, Thank God, and I’ve got about 90 minutes to recoup before the Loch ness Monster resurfaces…but I’m really hoping that it’s my little Zo-zo instead.
What do you do when you just don’t know what to do?
p.s. Don’t let the incredibly cute face fool you!