May 15: I sat down to write that there was finally a still over the house. The echos of crying are flowing out the windows. But then I hear a familiar,”Wah, waaaah, hic hic hic hic whaaaa whaaaa…”
Sylvia has been crying since about 10 am. It’s now 2:21pm. That’s a long time. And she’s pretty inconsolable. Doesn’t matter if I hold her or bounce her or stand near white noise. She won’t nurse. She arches her back and wails. So around 1pm I gave her Tylanol. And about 20 minutes later she fell asleep. For 10 minutes at which point Andrew was yelling and woke her up.
I just gave her a massage, and she stopped crying while I was rubbing her. Then I covered her up and left, but she’s crying again. So I’ll try continuous massage to see if that keeps her happy. It would make me happy.
I have an appointment to get my hair cut and highlighted in two hours and thirty-seven minutes. It’ll be my first time away from the little girl. Keep Bryan in your thoughts. Something tells me that it won’t be an easy time.
OK, off to rescue her from herself. Poor sweet pea. I hope she’s not getting sick.
Althea, Bryan, Andrew, and Sylvia