Age: 8 weeks, 4 days
so that blog post i wrote yesterday? about no longer being held captive by my 2 month old marshmallow? yeah - that went out the window. today is the exact opposite of yesterday. where yesterday was happy get shit done day - today is 'oh my goodness everything is awful, you're lucky you got to brush your teeth day.'
why, you ask? oh, just the usual cause, pooping. or lack thereof. the little man used to be on a daily schedule, and then reverted to an every other day. as of now, 2:12pm on thursday, he hasn't pooped since about 48 hours ago - and that was a 'light' day following an usual 'heavy' day.
so the little dude's stomach is hard as my husband's toenails, and his farts are ranker than my sports bra after a 5 mile run in 90 degrees- what little farts i can get out of him. despite (3!) doses of colic calm, and approximately 7 consecutive hours of bicycling and leg squat exercises with mommy, h is still in rough shape. he's been in good enough spirits, all things considered, only mildly fussing, vs. hysterical wailings, (which i can't say i wouldn't have already succumbed to if i were in his shoes). but today's been one of those couch or diaper table arrests, where i got no shit done. at all. i was supposed to remotely join my work's monthly board meetings i typically run to listen in and get caught up to speed on the project, but as my son frowned at me and would only find comfort in my arms when i cradle him like a baby (which he only lets me do when he's sick/tired/sad), i realized i was an idiot for even considering joining work today. i'm on leave to take care of my son. so that's exactly what i'm going to do. take care of my son.
resuming right - now. the fussiness i mentioned is now starting to produce tears.
mommy's heart - broken. mommy's sanity - starting to crumble. . .
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