4:23

Hi! Hello! Are you awake out there? I sure am. Since about 4:23 this morning- give or take a couple of minutes here and there (although I’m not complaining about that since the husband didn’t end yesterday until 4:22 this morning). Oh what fun we are having!

By 7:30 AM, I was elbow deep in glycerin and poo pebbles because the 3 ounces of soy formula we gave baby J on Monday (hoping to get some calories into the boy so he will sleep already) caused his insides to come to a screeching halt. Between the formula he actually drank and the solids he kind of pretends to eat (”I’m just not that into you,” he cooed to his oatmeal), his guts have become a wind tunnel with a blocked exit. The noises he makes are truly remarkable.

And then there is the bone cracking cough that wracks his little body. I don’t think I feel more helpless as a parent than when I hold my baby as he is choking and spluttering in an attempt to breath. He looks at me in a way that seems to beg me to do something. Make it better. But I can’t. Virus, run your course and leave my boy alone.

This poor little baby seems to be working through one trial after another. Allergies. Poop strikes. Gut pain. Endless teething… up, down, up, down but never out. Coughing. Drowning in snot. Farts that wake him up. And never, never sleeping enough (we have been counting sleep in minutes lately instead of hours).

Will anything come easily to this little one?

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