Naina had a shocker today, probably her worst on record. This on her three month birthday when I spent the best part of half an hour singing happy birthday to her.
First it was screaming when she woke up in her cot. She'd fallen asleep during her feed in the morning after her birth and then woke up in her cot and screamed her little lungs out. Solved by picking her up, but it meant she was tired through the day.
Then it was gas and colic pain. Apparently there is no scientific definition for colic pain, except, ouch. So screaming whenever she was lying down, even during a feed. Solved by checking hungry, dirty, cold and finally colicky. God bless Infacol.
Coming back from a day out, it was colicky pain again. Cripes, lucky we took the Infacol with us.
Then, Naina went ballistic during Dr Who. She actually started throwing a new born temper tantrum. This freaked us both out. The sight of her writhing and shouting (not screaming) was scary. Turns out she was sweaty and hungry and thirsty because of who knows what. Food water and hugs were in order.
Finally, we had pooey. This one, thank goodness, we know how to solve very quickly. We know the audio cues and the facial cues. Never thought a baby could have a sheepish look on her face, but Naina does.
What a day. We're both wrecked.
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