Dear Southwest passengers,
I apologize in advance for my child:
Pick one! Pick both. Benton has turned into a dolphin werewolf in the last 48 hours.
Why? Full moon perhaps? More likely he is just going through a developmental stage that is causing his little baby brain to process twice the information he is used to. This translates into an over-tired, over-stimulated, and hence over-hungry baby.
He goes through his normal cycles of eat, play, nap throughout the day. But as it starts to get toward the last cycle of the day? MAYHEM. He starts squealing like a dolphin and then howls like a wolf. Nothing will satisfy him. Nursing, my usual calming method, DOES NOT INTEREST HIM.
Every little noise distracts him from eating. Everything in the room MUST be in his hand. He just mastered accurate grabbing and wants it all right now. I speak to him in very calm and low tones to keep him even keeled. But the squealing still escalates to screaming. Where did this child come from? Just last Thursday I was talking about what an easy-going baby he is. JINX. Is this new craziness a sign of what’s to come? Or just a phase?
By the way, I had mastitis this weekend. I don’t even want to talk about how badly this dolphin werewolf visitor’s timing has been. Justin practically sprinted out the door to the gym and work this morning. LUCKY.
The worst night was on Saturday. I had the chills and was feeling so incredibly horrible. Justin was taking care of him as much as possible, but in the end, only mama can calm the baby when he has totally lost it. How did I calm him? We both ended up naked, skin-to-skin in the bathroom mirror singing Baby Beluga. Then at 9:30 on the dot, he nursed and passed out. He can’t make it past then. Win.
WHAT the WHAT?
I don’t bitch much on this blog, but today? Let me have some bitchy time. Yes, I still love this little baby, and wouldn’t trade him for the world, but GAH.
We are getting on a plane in two days. I was not worried about the flight at all until this new phase started up. Now, I am getting a little anxious. Please, oh please, for the love of all things well-behaved and sleepy, let the child be OK on the flight. For his sake. For our sake. For the passengers around us.
Please, oh please.