Last night was miserable.

I spent most of the night in a fog of exhaustion.  I can’t even remember most of it clearly.  Ronan was so upset, I couldn’t put him down.  I’d get 10 or 15 minutes of him in his boppy, or the swing, and he would wake up yelling.

He’s been squirming, and clenching, and getting red in the face.  My mom said it sounds like he’s got gas pains.  But we didn’t sleep from 11pm until 6am.  He wanted to nurse every 30 or 40 minutes, but it wasn’t a typical hunger-feed.  Mom said that sometimes babies with gas pain have a sore tummy, and think that they are hungry, so they want to eat.  He would just suck for a little while, and then doze. 

I don’t even know what I’m writing for.  Maybe out of frustration.  Maybe not.  When Brock woke up this morning, I was still awake.  Ronan and I hadn’t slept at all.  I crawled back in bed, latched him in a side-lying position, and we both fell asleep. 

I am just hoping for a better night tonight.