Week 15

       The last few days have been interesting. Tru has been really fussy. At least fussy compared to his norm. He’s a great baby. He rarely cries and only if he needs something, but the last few days have had me at my wits end. I really can’t figure out what he wants. Booby doesn’t work. Swinging makes him mad. The toy mat which he usually spends quite a bit of time playing on just makes him more mad. He doesn’t want to be laid down but he doesn’t want to be held either. Are there even any other options? Sad to say, in order to eat, pee or brush my hair, I’ve had to just let him cry. It breaks. my. heart. But what else can I do? If it weren’t for this stupid weather, my mom or sisters could run over for a bit so I could at least get a shower without having to let him scream. But he won’t even nap if I lay him down much. He’s just not himself. I’m wondering if he could be starting to teeth? He’s drooling everywhere and chewing on his hands around the clock. He always has soggy sleeves and a soggy shirt. I’m wondering….
      Twice now he has screamed in pain, pulling his little legs up and holding his arms close to his body for around a half hour each time. He screamed and cried, thrashing his head from side to side, a look of terror in his eyes and there was nothing I could do to help. The first time, I told DH to get us to the ER. On the way, I prayed and tried to comfort him and he finally stopped crying, calmed down and by the time we were almost there, he was cooing and smiling. He farted and was happy. I guess its his tummy. The second time, I was home alone with him. I was crying along with him and I called my mom. Same thing happened. He did a big fart/poop and was cured. But it seems like that is pretty intense pain to go through for a little gas. I may ask the pediatrician at his appointment because surely he shouldn’t be have that intense pain when nothing has changed. No constipation or anything.
       Well this post is all roses and butterflies… I’m done with this crap weather. I’m sick of polar votexing, arctic blasting poop nuggets. I’m getting really depressed being stuck home and in the living room because once again, the rest of the house is shut off. I spend all night flushing toilets, doing laundry, and dripping pipes so they won’t freeze. I’m stuck home with a beautiful baby and all I want to do is take him for walks, go visit friends, show him off…. I don’t know if I have cabin fever, baby blues or just anxiety for no stinkin reason, but ever since the new year (and this poop weather) I haven’t felt like me. This seems to be a very resounding theme among the majority of my blogging friends so I’m thinking its got something to do with the season. I feel bad to complain when I’m here with so much cuteness, but there’s only so much living room entrapment I can take!
       I have lots of blog posts rolling around in my mind that I want to work on, but I don’t want them to all turn out like this.
     Dear God, please help me to be in a good state of mind so I can enjoy this time with Tru. Help me to do a good job taking care of him and I pray that You will heal him of whatever is bothering him so much lately. Please protect and bless him. In Jesus’ name, amen.

I guess I will share a few cute photos.