HP, I'm glad you are sleeping well today, because after yesterday? I was afraid it might not work out, this whole "having you as part of our family" thing. Child, why do you fight sleep when you're tired? You're unhappy, I'm unhappy, your dad's unhappy. All in all, it's not a great situation. Although I will give you credit that once you finally went to sleep at 5pm, you slept until the next morning at 7 (aside from waking up to eat, but that's to be expected).
Here are some fragments of our day:
*The day started out with you shooting poop across the room (literally) to land on the wetbags, two walls, and the floor. Your dad appreciated that 3am joy. I appreciated you missing the diaper bag.
*Desperately trying to get you to take a nap with me in the bed because I was about to lose my mind if I had to walk around the house with a screaming child in my arms any longer. You didn't oblige.
*Henry (after you FINALLY went to sleep at 5pm after skipping all but a brief mid-day nap): "It was a sad moment when I realized that the highlight of my day was mowing the lawn. There's not even a close second."
*Me sobbing at the kitchen table after realizing I probably have thrush again since my nipples are hot pink, it burns when he nurses, and I occasionally have shooting pains in my breast. It's just been one thing after another with breastfeeding.
*Me, looking at you after you'd gone to sleep: "Look at that sweet face! It's hard to believe he was giving us such a hard time all day." Henry in response: "I think you forget easier than I do. I look at him and I think *shakes fist in the air*." (Of course he's joking. Sort of. But he really does love you.)
But today you've been great. We went on our morning walk, you've been napping like a champ, and I think I may have figured out what has been bothering you so much--a foremilk/hindmilk imbalance due to your snacking habits. The symptoms fit you to a T, right down to the spraying poop. What did people do before Google? Actually, don't answer that, because what they probably did was rely on their family doctor instead of over-diagnose their child after typing symptoms into a search engine. Ah, well... I figure getting you to eat full meals instead of snacking every.single.hour can only be a good thing for everyone involved.
We love you, even when we're exhausted, but it's a whole lot easier to like you when we've had some sleep. Let's work on that.
(Yesterday was exceptionally terrible, normally HP is an excellent sleeper and I feel lucky to have avoided the complete and total exhaustion that most new parents feel right from the start.)