Gas is no joking matter.
Last night E was exhausted. She
had spent the entire day at her Mom-Mom and Grampy’s house swimming in the
pool, playing, and stuffing herself with blueberries and grapes. {She learned a new word yesterday as well, “pool”} She had very little desire to get out of the
pool.
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| This is the greatest thing ever! |
She did comply with sitting in the foot bath when we weren’t
in the pool. So when we left around six
the little lady was TIRED. Usually she
doesn’t go in the tub until seven, but yesterday we made an exception. {Mainly because she climbed upstairs and went
into the bathroom saying, “tub”} So we
started her bedtime routine earlier then usual.
She was down and in her crib a little bit before seven. She rolled right over to her belly and
appeared from my monitor’s stand point to be out by 7:10 PM.
Then she woke up and not very happy I might add around 7:50
PM. I had no idea what was wrong. I decided to let her fuss a little to see if
she would soothe herself back to sleep.
She’s an excellent self soother.
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| I just need a little nap |
She rolled around, but kept crying. I sent The Mister in with some milk. She drank some milk, but as soon as we put
her back in her crib laying down she was a beast again. It made no sense. Upright and sitting with us sleepy and
content, laying on her back or belly a crying mess. My original thought was teething or an over
tired baby.
After letting her fuss a little after The Mister left I went
in. I couldn’t resist because she was
saying, “Ma Ma”. I went in, held her
belly to belly in the glider, and started patting her back as she rested her
head on my should. She seemed content.
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| Indigestion is no joke! |
Then she let out the loudest burp EVER. I looked at her and she had this look of
amazement and relief on her face. She
said “ma ma” all excited like. I kept
patting her back just in case there were anymore devil gas bubbles lurking in
there. Two more little burps later she
looked at me with a big smile on her face.
I asked if she wanted to go to sleep and she to her bed and said, “slee”.
I put her down and within seconds she was out for the
count.
Gas can be one fickle bitch.
Have you fought the gas bubble beast? What about the over tired I don’t want to go
to sleep baby?