These last few days have seen my beautiful and happy little girl turn into a screaming banshee at night (and sometimes the day when tired). Her screams are those of someone who is in such distress it is heartbreaking to hear. We’re on our 3rd night now of this and yet again the husband is out walking her in her pushchair as that’s one of the only ways to get her to sleep at the minute. 

Why is she screaming? There must be some explanation?! Not that we’ve found so far.  She is teething and may be developing an ear infection (seen the GP today) but when away from her room or hey duggee is on she seems to settle. She has been kept topped up on calpol. Maybe I should throw in some ibuprofen as well. But nothing else works. She wants holding but then she screams to be down,  you put her down then she screams to be held, she wants her dummy and then doesn’t want it, she wants a feed but then doesn’t. It’s exhausting and I don’t know why a screaming baby and no sleep isn’t deemed more of a torture technique because it’s breaking me. 

I’m left with so many questions and the worst part is that I can’t help her. I don’t know what she wants,  I don’t know what’s wrong, all I know is her cries hurt me as well as her and I really hope this phases passes soon. 


A new week and a fresh start

Well I was back at work yesterday which actually went well although it was only a training day so not back on the ward yet. And Beatrice was fine at the childminders. She managed to get a morning nap but unfortunately wouldn’t have an afternoon one and woke up the 3 year old with her from his afternoon nap (oops). So all in all a good day. 

And thankfully we seem to be getting back on track with napping although just in time for another tooth to start coming through. Eeek. She’s growing so much. Her morning nap was on our way to play and pray at church and my first half hour there consisted of me sitting in the car in the car park with Netflix on (Lucky me). After lunch out with the group we managed to get a lovely 2 hour nap in which was amazing and meant I got some time and could tackle our mountain of washing up. And then make Bea some baby food, during which I dropped pesto in my shoe (great I’ll have garlic feet). 

Who knew I could have such a good start to the week. Let’s just hope it continues. Feeling a bit like I’m managing life at the moment but I’m sure teething will change that. 

And after just putting a tired baby down who is now screaming I think it may be happening sooner than I hoped. Wish me luck.