Fussy Day


I had an unusually productive morning. I was up, showered, and ready for the day before 9 AM. This hasn’t happened once since the baby was born, and it had me feeling pretty good. We were able to get out and run a few errands and by early afternoon the only thing left on my docket was writing a post. I thought I would have it done by dinner.

Tate, however, had different plans.

He spent the majority of the afternoon and evening crying. I changed his diaper and fed him to the point I was afraid I was overfeeding him. I rocked him, bounced him, snuggled him, and sang to him. He would calm for a minute or two at a time, but would inevitably start to sputter and fuss.

It was all the more frustrating because my husband happened to be gone for the five hours that Tate was at his worst. It occurred to me that I would be a hot mess if I were doing this parenting thing on my own. I am so lucky to have my husband’s full time support.

So, I have to ask, what do you do when your babe seems inconsolable?