Tommy you are eleven weeks old.
You have cried most of the day today.
You hadn't pooped in 3 days.
I got suppositories to help you poop.
You pooped.
And pooped.
You were fine for a little while.
Started screaming again.
Screamed.
Louder and Louder.
You had a fart that could have registered on the richter scale.
Gave you Mylicon to stop the gas.
Stopped.
Screamed a little more.
Fed you.
Laid you down in your crib and you're awake; but content.
Mommy's brain doesn't work on days like today.
Mommy can only think in short spurts.
Did I mention that Daddy threw his back out?
Mommy now has two babies to take care of.
Plus one demanding schnauzer.
Gotta go...Mommy has a date with a man named Merlot.
So much to blog, so little time
9 years ago
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