Sadly, Little Fussy Man is still making appearances around these parts.
Some days are better than others and some...well....just aren't much fun until he falls asleep. Little Fussy Man exerts a cry that exhausts me completely in just five minutes and makes me want to cry too.
Actually, forget "want to cry." I frequently cry right along with him.
This was earlier today:
Too bad Joe was at his office and couldn't declare "you've been fathered" to me.
But then this afternoon, we enjoyed a lovely walk around the neighborhood and Caleb was smitten with the outdoors.
He fell asleep on my chest and then slept two hours once we got back to the house.
Big nap? Hood with ears? Day redeemed!
This evening, he and I headed over to the hospital for a sleep study. Because of some of his breathing issues, our doctor wants to know if he is experiencing sleep apnea.
He was all smiles as we watched George Clooney on "Inside the Actor's Studio," waiting for him to be hooked up to the monitors.
Of course I couldn't capture the smiles on camera but they were radiant and he was making my heart melt.
But then came the monitors and out came Little Fussy Man. Or rather, Little Ticked Off, Madder than a Hatter Man.
It was not pleasant. It wasn't fun for anyone. I wanted to tap out again.
It's 11:54 p.m. and he finally stopped shuddering and fell asleep.
Turtle, I'm sorry you don't feel good and have to scream. If I could take it away, I would.
I hope you know that I love you when you're screaming and I love you when you're cooing.
I love you when it's sunny at 1 p.m. and I love you when it's pitch-black at 3 a.m.
I love you when you spit up again on my third shirt in just one morning and I love you when you sit there and stare at me.
You are worth it all. You are incredibly worth it all. I will not and could never tap out on you.
1 comment:
Poor little man :-( I hate to say it, but he's awfully cute when he cries (you may not feel this way!). Praying for a smiling turtle and more good days than bad. Love you guys :-)
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