Cat-Fish Chronicles: Out the nose

Last night, or well, I should say around 3 this morning, Tristan decided he wasn't tired, but hungry. He had just eaten, so we tried changing him for like the 50th time and swaddling him. He wouldn't have any of it. So we tried laying him in between us which seemed to work for a minute, then his binkie fell out and he spit up all over himself. And I ended up changing him…..again. So I tried rocking him for half an hour, then feeding him again. Usually that will put him right to sleep. Did it? Of course not! Then, frustrated beyond belief because the little booger doesn't stop crying when he wants something, I laid him down with Nick and went to the bathroom. I heard Nick scream from the bedroom, and ran in to find him and Tristan and the bed soaked in puke…..it had even shot out his nose. So then we made him mad by syringing the milk curdies from him nose.

Finally, Nick got him to fall asleep with him on the couch. What a booger!!! I keep saying I want to keep him awake all day to train him to sleep at night, but I'm just so dang tired when he sleeps, I try to sleep. It's going to be soo fun when I have to go back to work and I'm only operating on 2 hours of sleep.

He's out right now, he had his second physical therapy appointment this morning, so he's all tuckered out, little dear. The doc says his neck has improved dramatically and to basically keep up the good work. And that is all thanks to Nick! It makes me too sad when he cries, We also have to get him to spend more time on his tummy to help strengthen his neck muscles. That's going to be fun, he actually tolerates it all very well.

And my wonderful husband, before he went to work today, picked me a sweet smelling yellow rose. I'm pretty sure today is going to be a good day.