As the afternoon wore on, I started to resent the fact that my dear hubby was at a work function. Not that he was not at home, but rather that I didn't have a work function so I could escape the madness. She was having a hard time drinking her bottle because every time she'd take a sip her nose would plug up - I did really feel bad for her...honest! I did my best to ply her full of juicy food that would make up for the fact that she couldn't drink - she got sweet potatoes, plums, butternut squash and a special "I'm sorry your sick" treat, butterscotch pudding (which she loved!)
The whininess (is that even a word?!?) peaked at around 4:30pm, at which point I attempted to put her down for another short nap...hey you can't blame a girl for trying!
She made it clear that nobody puts baby in a corner, or a crib, so I rescued her. At around 5:30pm I was somewhat desperate and began my next trick...bathtime! She liked her bath and it kept the whining to a dull roar, but I think once babies shrivel up to half their size, you probably should take them out of the water, so I reluctantly did. At 6:45pm I could take no more - she had had some tylenol, another couple of ounces to drink and I whisked her off to bed. She remained there for 12.5 minutes. By this time my hubby was home and he tried to give me a break, but our sweet girl is going through the "OHMYGODIWANTMOMMYANDNOBODYELSEWILLDO" phase....so I got her back. Again.
We tried another snack but she would melt down if I even tried to adjust her position to feed her. We employed the next weapon in our small aresenal - a walk. The slight breeze on a somewhat muggy evening proved to be very welcome and she was happy as a clam (by the way, who decided clams were happy anyway?) until we were on our way back home and she got bit by a mosquito. Argh! Poor little pumpkin - she was so miserable and that just set off the landslide. Once home she cried, screamed, choked, and coughed until she vomited and then did it all again - she was sooo miserable. There was nothing we could do. We tried walking with her, rocking her, singing to her, shhhing her - I finally gave up and handed her off to Daddy who tried all of the above again. Finally at 10pm she drank a couple of more ounces and passed out from exhaustion.
I was dazed, shellshocked. Literally I could not move. I thought about opening a