Today was one of the hardest days that I’ve had in a while. It started off unlike any other day; Quino went to bed after 1am instead of midnight. Now normally he’d sleep for 5-6 hours, but today he woke up at 3:30am due to intense gas. This typically wouldn’t bother me because Greggars is always there to take the baby around 6am and let me catch up on my sleep, but today Greggars had work. So I stayed up with Quino until 6:30am. Throughout this time period, I found myself pondering over why Quino had been suffering with gas the past several days. Then it came to me, I had been eating candy bars over the weekend and it was messing with my son’s stomach. Goodbye candy bars. L
Mercifully, Greggars took Quino at 7am (because Quino did wake up again with gas again) and let me sleep for another hour and a half (thank you, Greggars). After Greggars left I took Quino downstairs, and rocked and patted his back for two hours allowing him to sleep longer.
Throughout this time I found myself obsessing over his cradle cap. I had read and heard that I could put olive oil on his head and comb out all the dandruff looking stuff. So after he woke up I began to do just that, but then he became angry and unleashed his angry side! So I quickly gave him a bath and took him downstairs to nurse. That’s when I looked down and saw that he still had oil on his head! It looked like I had taken grease and smoothed his hair down (I’d show you a pic, but it doesn’t do it justice). At this point I’m upset because the WHOLE reason I did this was so that he’d look cute for the WIC appointment, and now he looked like I hadn’t bathed him in weeks! Grrr!!!
After nursing and getting myself ready, I began to load Quino up in the car seat. For those of you who don’t know, Quino DESPISES the car seat. So he starts screaming. Again.
Throughout all this I discover that I lost my keys. Once I had finally found my keys I began installing the base of the car seat into my car. I’m slipping the seat belt through base, but I’m having a hard time getting it to stretch far enough to reach the buckle. Like any true Potter, I continued to pull it until I finally get it buckled in. I take Quino, who is still screaming, and begin to put him into the car, only to discover I had installed the base in backwards! CURSES!!! I fix it, put him in and head on my way.
Meanwhile, Quino’s screams become even more intense. I look back and see that the car seat has toppled onto its side!!! No wonder he’s hysterical. At this point I’m late for my WIC appointment and have no idea how to fix the base so that it won’t tip over. I’m the oldest of 6! Why can’t I install the base in properly!!!! I then call Greggars and ask him to leave work and meet at WIC so that he can properly install the car seat! Grrr…!
Then at WIC I flash the whole world while nursing, but at least Quino stopped screaming! Greggars comes and installs the base in properly and tells me where I went wrong (apparently my car has latches for the car seat. I didn’t know that my car was so advanced). I finally get home and start nursing again, eagerly waiting when he calms down so that I can eat for the FIRST time all day!
Life calms down until dinner time. Greggars is still gone, so I begin to prepare dinner. Right when it’s time to pull everything out so that it doesn’t burn Quino starts screaming hysterically, again (I may never eat another chocolate bar L). So by the time Greggars does get home, dinner isn’t burnt, but it’s also not ready to eat.
So to sum up, Quino did a lot of this
I did a lot of this
And Greggars also got to do a lot of this
There are also some morals to be learned. 1) If it’s not bothering anyone then leave well enough alone; 2) If you’re breastfeeding and you’re kids super gassy for more than a day, evaluate what you’ve eaten so that you don’t have to deal with a fussy baby all weekend; 3) Installing the base of the car seat is difficult for all Bia’s; and 4) It’s going to be very difficult for me to adjust to not having Greggars around all day to help out! Why can’t we just get paid to stay at home and raise our kid?
