Just when you think you have it all figured out.... baby falls through a worm hole.
For weeks - wake up at 6:30am, bottle, smile, giggle, nap at 8:00am... wake up at 9:00am, bottle, smile, play, giggle, poop, play some more, another bottle, nap at 1:30pm.... you get the idea. But now... holy crap, schedule upheaval! Is she teething? How the heck am I supposed to know? I see no teeth, feel no teeth. Is she sick? No temperature. Is she constipated? Still got poop (no shortage of poop). What the heck is it?
My guilt-ridden subconscious thinks this new "cranky" phase is due to her blossoming baby brain realizing that mommy is leaving her every day. Poor little M, disappointed in her parents already - and not even a toddler yet.
I want to go home now.
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