Conan was a perfect angel all day for Mother's day. Then at 1 am this morning - the day after mother's day - all hell broke loose. He hasn't slept more than 40 minutes at a stretch since then. He won't eat, and offering him food makes him angry. He doesn't have a fever, and he doesn't seem gassy. We've changed his diaper. We've given him baby tylenol and gas medicine and colic tablets. Nothing is helping - he's obviously miserable - poor little guy. He chews on my finger for a minute or two, but what he really wants is sleep. He falls asleep in my arms, but wakes up if I stop bouncing or rocking him, don't even think about putting him down. Right now he is sleeping in the stroller. We have been taking turns pushing it around the living room and kitchen. As long as we keep it moving, he can sleep. It's easier than carrying him around in my arms, at least.
We both have to go to work in about an hour. Oy...
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