Spit Up Happens

In 2005 if I had a day like I had today I am pretty sure I would be crying in a corner somewhere in my house because I felt like I had failed at being a mommy.  Back then, as a first time parent my world was spinning when it came to taking care of a newborn.  I thought I knew what I was doing because I read all those parenting books.  Lily was a difficult baby, not the kind you want to have as a first time parent.  I should have never wasted my time reading any of those parenting books because Lily broke the mold, and still does.

Today, I am older and wiser or as my OBGYN calls it ‘pre-menopausal’.  Well, leave it to my Gay OBGYN to call it like he sees it.  Anyway, back to today.  I just couldn’t get Abby to take a nap today and I pulled out all the mommy tricks but nothing was working. I was pretty frustrated today but I took it all in stride and just kept pressing on with my day.  She did fall asleep in the car, but as soon as I got to where I was going she would wake up, lovely.  The one thing that I did notice today is that she had a lot more spit up than normal and she wanted to chew on her thumbs more than normal.

This picture was taken by Lily just after breakfast and at the moment she took the picture I felt something warm on my leg….and it was Spit Up.  I should have gotten the clue that this is how my day was going to be.  Later in the day she even spit up down my back and it landed on the carpet at The Little Gym, awesome.  I tried to get her down for a nap the entire afternoon and she would fall asleep but then wake up a few minutes later.  That tells me that something is bothering her and I think that she is going through a growth spurt as she will be 3 months old in a few days.

When kids grow it actually hurts in their limbs and it can be quite bothersome, and I learned that from Lily.  When she was little there were times when she was a monster, and I am not exaggerating about that at all.  She was great birth control for us for several years.  Basically, she would be very difficult and then a few days later she would have a new tooth or we would measure her and she would be 1/2 inch taller.  When she got old enough to tell us what was bothering her, she told me that her arms and legs hurt and we would figure out that she was growing.  So knowing this vital information helped me today and I never ended up crying in a corner somewhere in my house because I know that Abby is just growing and I have to help her through it and give her extra love and some Motrin.