It is a total understatement to say that I love being a mom. It’s the best, most amazing thing ever. Somehow, even when I barely get any sleep, am covered in spit-up, am constantly changing diapers, and am walking around for HOURS soothing hiccups and trying to get Quinn to sleep, the good still manages to outweigh the challenging.
And the last couple of weeks have definitely been challenging! There have been a lot of “frequency days” full of nursing, as often as every two hours some days. Diapers have mostly succeeded, but there have been a few really messy failures. And her hiccups are the worst. Internet research and the dozens of baby books we have all say that hiccups don’t really bother babies and will go away on their own. Well, they bother our baby and I have a hard time believing that she is the first. They often last 30-40 minutes and are usually uncomfortable enough to lead to crying and fussing. It also turns out that the fussy evenings (the legendary “witching hour”) are not just a rumor; they’re real. We’ve only threatened to put her up for adoption a couple of times, which given the challenges, I think is pretty good.
Fortunately for all of us, she has matched all of the challenges will some serious cuteness. She is now flashing adorable smiles, complimented by heart-melting gurgles and coos. I’m not historically a sentimental sort, so who knew that I could be such a sucker for the baby cuteness, but I’ve fallen hard for this little bean with monk hair.
Our continued happiness may hinge on being able to find a cure for the hiccups though, if a cure exists. If you have any ideas- please let me know!