Two nights ago when Georgia was screaming from 10:30 (after I’d just texted my mom and sister a picture of her being a “baby burrito”) until 2 a.m., I did what lots of people had suggested – even though it was really hard – I walked away. Well, walked about 10 feet into our bathroom. I knew she was dry, fed and safe and I hadn’t showered in close to 40 hours, so I sent Ryan to the guest room to get some sleep at 1 a.m. and I jumped in the shower. I don’t know if it was the 5 minutes of semi-quiet or the hot water, or the combination of the two, but I got out of the shower feeling a little less rattled. I’m glad I listened to friends and our pediatrican that it’s ok to walk away from the baby if you need a minute to gather yourself. I knew I wasn’t helping Georgia at all being stressed and at the end of my rope.
I got out of the shower and as I was drying myself off, the hugest clap of thunder I can ever remember feeling vibrated the floor I was standing on. And suddenly, the screaming stopped. I ran into the bedroom (from our attached bathroom) to make sure she was ok. Asking myself, why did she stop crying!? and there she was, lying in the co-sleeper, eyes wide open, and quiet. What?? Maybe God was tired of the screaming too and was like, “QUIET, child!”
Anyway, since then, she has been a pretty “normal” baby. I’m not sure if its the combination of Zantac and mylicon and extra burping that is doing it or what…but last night and today she has been a good little girl. If all it took was that thunder to scare the screaming out of her, more storms, puh leeze!
I’ll be honest..the thunder scared the crap out of me, too! I actually ran into the guest room in my towel to ask Ryan if he thought we were ok or if we needed to go to the basement. (If you’re heard the story of me as a little girl, a tornado and going to the basement, you’ll laugh at this…if not, it’s a story for another day!)
Last night and today when Georgia has been awake, she has been so present and wide-eyed, looking at us, listening to us talk and taking it all in. It’s an incredible feeling to look into the eyes of your baby and feel like you’re doing a good job, especially after the last week where it felt like nothing Ryan and I did was right or helped her.
I know it won’t always be as hard as the last week or as easy as last night, but something in between is fine by me!