L., bless her, has had a cold that gave her nasty coughing spells. Per our doctor's recommendation, we started giving her a little cough medicine to help with the congestion and cough and allow her to sleep better. After three days, we realized the medicine was constipating her something awful. The poor baby was gassy, bloated and miserable.
Yesterday, we stopped giving her the medicine and started giving her prunes hoping to sort of flush her out. She was pretty pitiful last night waking every 2 hours to fuss and moan, pass some gas and then conk back out. At 4:30 this morning, she was crying enough that I went ahead and took her out of her crib to hold and nurse her. After twenty minutes, she passed some more gas and basically passed out in my arms.
After wretchedly interrupted sleep all night, I am a cranky beast. Even Mr. W., who is generally a morning person, is pretty crabby. So how is it that L. woke up this morning all sunshine and roses and full of baby glee? There is something about morning time that sets her aglow. Since there is very little about morning that sets me aglow, I find the whole concept of being cheery first thing in the morning completely alien.
I just don't know how she does it. Unless she is very ill, L. always wakes up in a good mood.
M.W.
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