So, lately we’ve been undergoing some growing pains.
Ever since we returned from our trip, Miss C has been cranky and just generally difficult. A quick consult with Dr. Google indicated that her orneriness is likely due to a growth spurt, which often occurs around three months. She was 15 weeks yesterday and her drama began last Monday.
All occasions offer fantastic opportunities for her to cry. Feeding time. Playtime. Car rides. Bath time. Oh, and bedtime. That’s when she really hits the ground running.
I knew that I was flirting with disaster by telling anyone who would listen that she had been sleeping through the night since she was seven weeks old. She would be out like a light at 9:15PM with very few exceptions, quietly dosing off around 8:55 with little help from me. Then she would make it all the way 7:30 or 8:00AM without a peep. That is no more. The witching hour now transpires around 8:15PM with her screaming like someone is pulling out her fingernails. Our old routine of rocking, jiggling, swaddling, and hushing now does very little to get her settled. It’s a *tad* frustrating. Last night she wasn’t out for good until 11:00PM. She slept until 8:15AM, which I admit is no small thing and will elicit a “so what the heck are you complaining about, woman?” from many people. But the trauma of a bedtime of sorrow kind of overshadows that.
Nowadays she cries when we’re not in her line of sight, holding her upright, looking at her, not singing a song, etc. She cries when she’s wet but she cries even harder when she’s being changed. Is it the cloth diapers we switched her to about a month ago? Are they uncomfortable? She cries when she’s hungry (understandable) but she cries when I try to nurse her because it’s too slow/ she has to at least partially recline, which nowadays she hates because she can’t see anything. She cries when we give her the bottle, too. Sigh.
The soundtrack to our life is sobbing. As with all this baby stuff, it will pass. But tell that to me when I’ve been holding her for three hours because whenever I set her down she screams at me. Tell that to me when I’m on the fifteenth round of Baby Beluga. Tell that to me when she finally takes a nap and I get in such a tizzy about how I’m going to allot the next 30-45 free minutes that I end up panicking and choose to watch Nyan Cat.
Sure, it’ll pass. But in the meantime I’m going to sulk. And put the coffee on.